Party at my Tee-Pee!

It has been many moons since we last spoke. All is quite in the Tee-Pee right now, the tribe slumbers after a night of tum-tums and peace pipe. Chief Siver Fox is one more year wiser today.

Despite my atempts to stay at 31, Squat 2 Pee (yes, that is what S2P stands for) has reminded me and the rest of the tribe...and the neighboring tribes that I am in fact 33 today.....not 31.

However, my reign as Chief still remains and the little warriors are just as much trouble today as they were yesterday.

Speaking of little warriors..........the tribe almost lost one of its most valuable members......the Chief's most valued companion.....the cunning tribal feline, Mufassa!

It was about 10 moons ago when Chief Silver Fox was tending to some tribal economics when the little warriors grabbed Mufassa and put her in the loin cloth cleaner and turned it on! Do to the intent nature of tribal economics, the Chief did not hear Mufassa cry out for help, as the cunning little warriors were swift and quite....like a theif in the night. If they had practiced their hunting skills on someone other than the Chief's companion, they may have been rewarded for their warrior skills, however they were playing a deadly game when they scanned the horizon and placed their eyes of prey on Mufassa.

Only the little warriors know just how long Mufassa had to endure the loin cloth cleaner. Tumbling over and over while the water rushed in. Then, when there seemed to be no end......the little warriors stopped the maddness and took Mufassa out. Dazed and confused she couldn't cry out for help and just when she was coming to her wits and ready to sound the alarm................................................




The little cunning warriors put Mufassa in the loin cloth dryer.


Would the Chief ever hear her.............................



Would the Chief wonder why the birds don't chirp and the crickets have fall silent..........................




Would Mufassa be saved in time..................................................................





Could the little warriors hide from the wrath of God when Chief Silver Fox discovers their guilt...........................................................





After a tumble or two in the loin cloth dryer, the soon to be sorry warriors open the door and she knew if she didn't break free from her captur's that she may never see her beloved Chief again.

Mufassa sprank out of the loin cloth dryer with all of her might and made her way up to the top of the Tee-Pee where Chief Silver Fox was conducting Tribal business......

The Chief noticed her beloved was scowering low and slow..........as if wounded. The Chief quickly summenzed the warriors. And with one look and touch of her beloved Mufassa's wet coat..............................The Chief knew!

"Warriors get up here now!" yelled the Chief.

"What have you done to my Mufassa!?"

"It was Fighter not a Lover's idea." cried Doe Boy, as if that would save him

"What have you done to my Mufassa!?"

"We put her in the loin cloth cleaner" said Doe Boy sheepishly. Fighter not a Lover started to shrink down the Tee-Pee hoping not to be seen and leaving Doe Boy to take the brunt of the fall.

"Get up her Fighter not a Lover.....NOW!" bellowed the Chief

Knowing that couldn't have been all that the guilting faces did the Chief asked with force....."What else did you do to Mufassa?"

"Then we put her in the loin cloth dryer" said Doe Boy again

"I'm sorry Chief" ...lowly came out of Fighter not a Lover's mouth as he tried his best to put on a face of remorse, hoping that would save him from his destined punishment.

"What have I told you about Mufassa!"

"To leave her alone" said the warriors in their most pathetic 'help me' voices.

"Come!" commands the Chief

"Am I going to get it?" crys Doe Boy as he ducks his tail and slowly comes to the Chief

"Yes you are" states the Chief with justification for their crime against the Tribe

The Chief makes the little warriors lean over the buffalo bed and take it like a warrior. The Chief grabs the peace pipe, which also serves as the wooden tribal punishment stick........and delivers four swift snaps of wood against the buttocks of the little warriors...........................................


......loin cloth removed.