“Yes, Black Rock, for the signs of deer in this area are many.”
“We have had a good year, and if the gods bless us we will have another good year.”
“Soon the winter will be upon us and we must wait a long time for the spring.”
“Long Bow, you speak of the winter when here it is just late spring.”
“It will be a long summer for me.”
“Why so, friend Long Bow?”
“It used to be that during the summer when we held our games and contests there would be excitement and thrills.”
“Are there still not excitement and thrills for you?”
“Black Rock, my friend, I have become so skilled that there are none left in our tribe who give me any competition.”
“That is not a wise way to talk, Long Bow. One must never set himself above all others; that can be said only by the council.”