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Shaggy buffalo story
A family of Schmohawk Indians were sitting around the fire one night. There was papa Geronowitz, mama Pocayenta and the beautiful daughter, Minihorowitz.
“So, nu,” says Minihorowitz, “You’ll never believe.”
“What?” says Pocayenta.
“Today, at high noon, someone proposed to me.”
“So what did you say?” says Pocayenta.”
“I said yes”
“That’s wonderful,” says Pocayenta. “She said yes! Did you hear that Geronowitz? Our little Minihorowitz is getting married.”
“I heard,” says Geronowitz, “I’m kvelling. So who’s the lucky boy?”
“Sittin’ Bialy.”
“Sittin’ Bialy?” says Pocayenta,” of the SoSiouxMe tribe?”
“That’s the one,” says Minihorowitz.
“Oy, Geronowitz! The SoSiouxMe’s! There are so many of them. How can we feed them? How can we get them all in our teepee for the wedding?”
“We’ll think of something,” says Geronowitz.
“Geronowitz, get me a buffalo for the wedding. I can make buffalo tzimmes from the meat and we can make an extra teepee from the hide. Get me a buffalo.”
So Geronowitz goes out to hunt a buffalo. A day and night goes by and Geronowitz has not come back. Another day and half the night and Geronowitz comes home exhausted, staggering and empty-handed.
“Geronowitz I’ve been worried sick. Where have you been? Where’s my buffalo?”
“It’s like this,” he says. “On my first day out, I hunted high and I hunted low and I finally found a buffalo. But this buffalo was scrawny with no meat on his bones for buffalo tzimmes and barely enough hide for a rain hat. So I settled in for the night to try again the next day.
The second day, I looked high and I looked low, from this way and that way and I finally found a buffalo. He was big with lots of meat and lots of hide, but I tell you, Pocayenta, this was the ugliest buffalo I ever saw in my life. This, I thought to myself, is not the buffalo for my daughter’s wedding. So I carried on looking. I went up hills and I went down hills and I found a big buffalo. It was, as buffaloes go, a beautiful buffalo. If I say so myself, it was the perfect buffalo. This, I said to myself, is the buffalo Pocayenta wants for Minihorowitz’s wedding.
So I reach into my backpack quietly for my tomahawk as I tip-toe over to the buffalo. I raise my tomahawk slowly over the buffalo’s neck when suddenly, like a bolt of lightning from the sky, I see it.”
“See what?” says Pocayenta.
“I’ve brought the dairy tomahawk!”

The Lone Ranger and Tonto are riding through one of the many canyons when suddenly rising from the hill on their right are hundreds of indians. They start to spur their horse forward when they realised that there are hundreds of indians ahead of them. Wheeling to the left they, once again, see hundreds of indians rising from the hill. They begin to back away in the direction from which they had come and they realise, they were surrounded. The indians had spread out. They were trapped.

The Lone Ranger turns to Tonto, his life long friend, and says “Tonto, my firend, I think I must say that I have treasured our times together but now I think we are doomed”.

” We?” replied Tonto “What’s all this we, Paleface?”

An old Indian lined up all of his 10 little Indian sons and stood in front of them.

He then asked, “Who push port-a-potty over cliff?”

Nobody answered him.

He then asked again, “Who push port-a-potty over cliff?”

Again nobody answered.

The old Indian said, “I tell story of Georgie and Georgie father. Georgie chop down cherry tree. Georgie tell truth, Big Georgie no punish.” So the Indian asked again,

“Who push port-a-potty over cliff?”

To which the littlest Indian replied, “I push port-a-potty over cliff.”

The old Indian then shakes and spanks him, for his punishment. When he is done, the little Indian asks, “Georgie tell truth, Georgie no get punish. I tell truth, I get punished. Why you punish, father?”

The old Indian replied, “Big Georgie not in cherry tree when it got chopped down!”

Shaggy buffalo story
A family of Schmohawk Indians were sitting around the fire one night. There was papa Geronowitz, mama Pocayenta and the beautiful daughter, Minihorowitz.
“So, nu,” says Minihorowitz, “You’ll never believe.”
“What?” says Pocayenta.
“Today, at high noon, someone proposed to me.”
“So what did you say?” says Pocayenta.”
“I said yes”
“That’s wonderful,” says Pocayenta. “She said yes! Did you hear that Geronowitz? Our little Minihorowitz is getting married.”
“I heard,” says Geronowitz, “I’m kvelling. So who’s the lucky boy?”
“Sittin’ Bialy.”
“Sittin’ Bialy?” says Pocayenta,” of the SoSiouxMe tribe?”
“That’s the one,” says Minihorowitz.
“Oy, Geronowitz! The SoSiouxMe’s! There are so many of them. How can we feed them? How can we get them all in our teepee for the wedding?”
“We’ll think of something,” says Geronowitz.
“Geronowitz, get me a buffalo for the wedding. I can make buffalo tzimmes from the meat and we can make an extra teepee from the hide. Get me a buffalo.”
So Geronowitz goes out to hunt a buffalo. A day and night goes by and Geronowitz has not come back. Another day and half the night and Geronowitz comes home exhausted, staggering and empty-handed.
“Geronowitz I’ve been worried sick. Where have you been? Where’s my buffalo?”
“It’s like this,” he says. “On my first day out, I hunted high and I hunted low and I finally found a buffalo. But this buffalo was scrawny with no meat on his bones for buffalo tzimmes and barely enough hide for a rain hat. So I settled in for the night to try again the next day.
The second day, I looked high and I looked low, from this way and that way and I finally found a buffalo. He was big with lots of meat and lots of hide, but I tell you, Pocayenta, this was the ugliest buffalo I ever saw in my life. This, I thought to myself, is not the buffalo for my daughter’s wedding. So I carried on looking. I went up hills and I went down hills and I found a big buffalo. It was, as buffaloes go, a beautiful buffalo. If I say so myself, it was the perfect buffalo. This, I said to myself, is the buffalo Pocayenta wants for Minihorowitz’s wedding.
So I reach into my backpack quietly for my tomahawk as I tip-toe over to the buffalo. I raise my tomahawk slowly over the buffalo’s neck when suddenly, like a bolt of lightning from the sky, I see it.”
“See what?” says Pocayenta.
“I’ve brought the dairy tomahawk!”

Shaggy buffalo story
A family of Schmohawk Indians were sitting around the fire one night. There was papa Geronowitz, mama Pocayenta and the beautiful daughter, Minihorowitz.
“So, nu,” says Minihorowitz, “You’ll never believe.”
“What?” says Pocayenta.
“Today, at high noon, someone proposed to me.”
“So what did you say?” says Pocayenta.”
“I said yes”
“That’s wonderful,” says Pocayenta. “She said yes! Did you hear that Geronowitz? Our little Minihorowitz is getting married.”
“I heard,” says Geronowitz, “I’m kvelling. So who’s the lucky boy?”
“Sittin’ Bialy.”
“Sittin’ Bialy?” says Pocayenta,” of the SoSiouxMe tribe?”
“That’s the one,” says Minihorowitz.
“Oy, Geronowitz! The SoSiouxMe’s! There are so many of them. How can we feed them? How can we get them all in our teepee for the wedding?”
“We’ll think of something,” says Geronowitz.
“Geronowitz, get me a buffalo for the wedding. I can make buffalo tzimmes from the meat and we can make an extra teepee from the hide. Get me a buffalo.”
So Geronowitz goes out to hunt a buffalo. A day and night goes by and Geronowitz has not come back. Another day and half the night and Geronowitz comes home exhausted, staggering and empty-handed.
“Geronowitz I’ve been worried sick. Where have you been? Where’s my buffalo?”
“It’s like this,” he says. “On my first day out, I hunted high and I hunted low and I finally found a buffalo. But this buffalo was scrawny with no meat on his bones for buffalo tzimmes and barely enough hide for a rain hat. So I settled in for the night to try again the next day.
The second day, I looked high and I looked low, from this way and that way and I finally found a buffalo. He was big with lots of meat and lots of hide, but I tell you, Pocayenta, this was the ugliest buffalo I ever saw in my life. This, I thought to myself, is not the buffalo for my daughter’s wedding. So I carried on looking. I went up hills and I went down hills and I found a big buffalo. It was, as buffaloes go, a beautiful buffalo. If I say so myself, it was the perfect buffalo. This, I said to myself, is the buffalo Pocayenta wants for Minihorowitz’s wedding.
So I reach into my backpack quietly for my tomahawk as I tip-toe over to the buffalo. I raise my tomahawk slowly over the buffalo’s neck when suddenly, like a bolt of lightning from the sky, I see it.”
“See what?” says Pocayenta.
“I’ve brought the dairy tomahawk!”



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