There was an old Indian Chief who had three wives. He loved his wives, and to prove it, he gave them each a special animal hide on which to sleep. The first he gave a bear hide, the second he gave an elk hide, and the third wife got a hippopotamus hide. The first two wives wanted nothing to do with this ridiculous hide and the squaw who sat on it, so they moved their hides to the opposite side of the tepee...
In due course, sons were born to each of these women. The son of the squaw of the bear hide joined the son of the squaw of the elk hide in tormenting the other young man. Eventually, this poor picked on young man complained to his mother. His mother, enraged, thrashed the other two young men severely...
The moral:
The squaw of the hippopotamus hide is equal to the sons of the squaws of the opposite hides.
(Thanks for that one, grandpa! It always makes me smile!)
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