There once was a Red Indian whose given name was
"Onestone".
So named because he had only one testicle.
He hated that name and asked everyone not
to call him Onestone.
After years and years of torment, Onestone finally cracked and said, "If
anyone calls me Onestone again I will kill them!"
The word got around and nobody called him
that any more.
Then one day a young woman named Blue Bird forgot and said, "Good
morning,
Onestone."
He jumped up, grabbed her and took her deep into the forest where he
made love to her all day and all night. He made love to
her all the next day, until Blue Bird died from
exhaustion.
The word got around that Onestone meant what he
promised
he would do.
Years went by and no one dared call him by his given name until a woman
named Yellow Bird returned to the village after being away for
many years. Yellow Bird, who was Blue Bird's cousin, was
overjoyed when she saw Onestone. She hugged him and said,
"Good to see you, Onestone."
Onestone grabbed her, took her deep into the forest, then he made love
to her all day, made love to her all night, made love to
her all the next day, made love to her all the next
night, but Yellow Bird wouldn't die!