Margareth Thatcher and the Chief

M was on her visit to Canada. The Canadian Prime invited her to meet some real indians in a reservate.
So, there they are - Margareth, her local colleague and the Chief - sitting on a grass and puffing a Pipe of Peace. No much talk. The Chief is wearing an enormous set of feathers in his head.

Suddenly, a small boy about 5 years old, is running by. He has one feather in his hairs.
M: This boy has one feather - does this mean anything?
C: One feather - one squaw. Boy small.

After a while, a bit older boy having two feathers, passes by.
M: Oh, look - this boy has two feathers - what does this mean?
C: Two feathers - two squaws. Boy not strong yet.

M: Oh, I see. But may I ask - you have so many feathers - does this mean anything specific as well?
C: Me - Chief! I fuck the nation!
M: Oh, dear...
C: No - no deer! Deer high, runs fast! Chief old - fucks no deer!

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It is important to have some respect to deers and reindeers, especially at Christmas time when there is more likelyhood you'll meet one. Be warned.

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