Tribal Council...?...

[Winki]

I sure the hell better have been the goddamn fucking tree you Indians were sitting under!!
Say it! say it! Say that I'm the tree!
You'd better say it......*a lone sob escapes, before I regain my composure*....
Clenches fists and striving for the appearance of calm, non-chalance says:

"So there I was, surrounded by Indians...."

My Indian name is Owl who flew into tree.
Okay, so I only told you guys half the story.
Yes, like an owl I am up all night and like an owl I am wise and full of practical helpfullness, yes quite full....however as to the large protrusion barely hidden by my head feathers, it is true, I did as a carefree owlet, fly into a tree, well..okay I was flying and then I crashed into the tree alright? So what if all my bones were crushed and my tail feathers all that was visible following the impact. Just say it!
I was talking out my ass! Because I was in the tree, IN the tree, ok? I am a tree! I'm in a tree! details de tales. Oh the tales I could tell.

But I won't.

Just say that your tribal fucking council was held beneath my lovely and expansive canopy and that...um ..that somebody keep the area under and directly around me clear of brush that could catch fire should one of you cozy-wozy, never a wheres winki or nothing fuckin Indians drop the cherry off your cigarette, oh ! oh! sorry , peace pipe, yeah, thats the ticket.

Well?! I'm waiting.......Tell me what I want to hear and I'll leaf.....write away...

This is my "I'm not lying face."

[Kyle]

umm...you're the tree

[rabbit]

what the fuck?