An Iroquios Indian named Brown Elk walked into the saloon. He was a giant of a man with a six-shooter tucked in his belt, so no one dared ask why he was caring a pail of manure in one hand and a small cat in the other.

"I'll have a whiskey," he told the bartender, and after downing the shot Brown Elk order another. Then another. Finally, after his fourth drink, the Iroquis pulled out his revolver, fired several shots into the bucket, released the cat, then ran after it. When he caught it, he returned to the bar.

"E-Excuse me," said the alarmed bartender, serving him a drink on the house, "but would mind telling me what that w-was all about?"

"My father told me to try and be more like white man," he answered.

"So I came here to have a few drinks, shoot the shit, and chase a little pussy."