Visiting the National Museum of the American Indian i

Visiting the National Museum of the American Indian in Washington, D.C, I
was admiring a beautiful tribal elder headdress decorated with eagle
feathers. A man came up to me and identified himself as Native American.

“Do you know how warriors got those?” the man asked, pointing to the feathers.

“They covered a hole with brush, tied a live rabbit on top of it and hid
underneath. When an eagle swooped down for the kill, they would grab
its wing or tail.”

“Fascinating,” I said. “Did you see it yourself?”

“Actually, no,” the man confessed. “I saw it on the Discovery Channe

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He was out in the bush when he was aproched from behind by a bear. He dropped his gun by accident but didnt bother to pick it up.
He ran for his life. Weaving in and out the trees with the bear on his trail. Curving around a tree he triped over its root.
He looked up and the bear looked down. The bear was about to strike at him. He put his hands together and prayed:
"Dear lord, Please let this bear be a christian."
the bear sat down on its bum and held the mans hands, closed his eyes and said: "Dear lord, Thankyou for the food that i am about to recieve"