"Oh, but this isn't a real pipe—it's chocolate!"
Still Bah was reluctant to try.
"Well," said Billy, digging into his pocket for the rest of the candy. "Here's another, the same—only it's not in the shape of a pipe. Try it."
Bah took the candy and looked at it.
"Fish!" she gasped and dropped it.
"Well, what's the matter with that?" asked Billy, greatly disturbed by her evident horror.
"Bah no eat fish. No Navajo eat fish!" "Tell me why," said Billy, now amused and interested.
Bah did not answer, but pointed over to her mother. She hung her head shyly. Billy didn't like to press her, so, dragging his blanket, and with his crown over one ear, he stumbled over to the loom and stood before Mrs. Fighting Bull with the query: "Why don't Navajos like fish?"
Mrs. Fighting Bull did not smile, for once, and replied: "Not because no like! No eat because ancestors once turned into fish. If Navajo eat fish, he eat ancestor!"