 "Now, can I ask you a personal question?" said Windle. "I mean, I've just got to know..."huh."After all, you've got the astral plane to yourself again."oh, all right."Why are you called One--"is that all? I thought you could work that one out, a clever man like you. in my tribe we're traditionally named after the first thing the mother sees when she looks out of the teepee after the birth. it's short for One-Man-Pouring-a-Bucket-of-Water-over-Two-Dogs."That's pretty unfortunate," said Windle.it's not too bad, said One-Man-Bucket. it was my twin brother you had to feel sorry for. she looked out ten seconds before me to give him his name.Windle Poons thought about it."Don't tell me, let me guess," he said. "Two-Dogs-Fighting?"Two-Dogs-Fighting? Two-Dogs-Fighting? said One-Man-Bucket. wow, he'd have given his right arm to be called Two-Dogs-Fighting. |