When the new school year starts the history teacher is so excited because there
are three little Indian boys in her class. She is beside herself with
excitement.

So she asks the first little Indian boy to stand up and tell the class what
tribe he is from and how he knows this.

The little boy stands up and proudly throws out his chest and takes his fist and
hits it on his chest. He says in a booming voice, I am a Cherokee. My Father
and I walked for many moons and one day my Father says son, you see all this
land. This is Cherokee land. So, I know I am a Cherokee.

The teacher says very good and asks the next little Indian boy to stand. The
little boy stands up and proudly throws out his chest, takes his fist and hits
it on his chest. He says in a booming voice, I am a Comanche. My Father and I
walked for many moons and one day my Father says son, you see all this land.
This is Comanche land. So, I know I am a Comanche.

The teacher is growing more excited by the moment and asks the last little
Indian boy to stand up. The little boy stands up and proudly throws out his
chest, takes his fist and hits it on his chest. He says in a booming voice, I
am a Fuckawee.

The teacher looks dumb founded. She says, I dont think there is any such tribe
as the Fuckawee.

The little boy says, My Father and I walked for many days and many nights. And
many nights and many days. We ran out of water, but we kept walking. With no
rest, we were getting weary. Finally, one day my Father stopped and with his
hand to shield the sun from his eyes, looked around. He said, Hmm, where the
Fuckawee.