ONESTONE

THERE ONCE WAS A NATIVE AMERICAN

WHO HAD ONLY ONE TESTICLE

AND WHOSE GIVEN NAME WAS

‘ONESTONE’. 

HE HATED THAT NAME AND ASKED

EVERYONE NOT TO CALL HIM ONESTONE.

AFTER YEARS AND YEARS OF TORMENT,

ONESTONE FINALLY CRACKED AND SAID,

"IF ANYONE CALLS ME ONESTONE

AGAIN I WILL KILL THEM!" 

THE WORD GOT AROUND AND

NOBODY CALLED HIM THAT ANY MORE.

THEN ONE DAY A YOUNG WOMAN

NAMED BLUE BIRD FORGOT AND SAID,

"GOOD MORNING, ONESTONE." 

HE JUMPED UP, GRABBED HER AND

TOOK HER DEEP INTO THE FOREST

WHERE HE MADE LOVE TO HER

ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT.

HE MADE LOVE TO HER ALL THE NEXT DAY,

UNTIL BLUE BIRD DIED FROM EXHAUSTION.

THE WORD GOT AROUND THAT

ONESTONE MEANT WHAT HE

PROMISED HE WOULD DO.

YEARS WENT BY AND NO ONE DARED

CALL HIM BY HIS GIVEN NAME UNTIL

A WOMAN NAMED YELLOW BIRD

RETURNED TO THE VILLAGE

AFTER BEING AWAY.

YELLOW BIRD, WHO WAS

BLUE BIRD’S COUSIN,

WAS OVERJOYED WHEN

SHE SAW ONESTONE. 

SHE HUGGED HIM AND SAID,

‘GOOD TO SEE YOU, ONESTONE.’ 

ONESTONE GRABBED HER,

TOOK HER DEEP INTO THE FOREST,

THEN HE MADE LOVE TO HER ALL DAY,

MADE LOVE TO HER ALL NIGHT,

MADE LOVE TO HER ALL THE NEXT DAY,

MADE LOVE TO HER ALL THE NEXT NIGHT,

BUT YELLOW BIRD WOULDN’T DIE! 

WHY? EVERYONE KNOWS…

YOU CAN’T KILL TWO BIRDS

WITH ONESTONE!