NM-195 Bad Medicine

Excerpt

“I noticed all the men standing in line before me and after me,” Troutface Whippingstick said. “And I noticed their members they held in their hands.”

“And you noticed that yours was larger than the majority of the fully-grown men, even though you were only fifteen at the time?” Fat Bull Wilderness asked hopefully.

“Certainly I realized that,” Troutface Whippingstick said. “But only in passing. What is of importance is that, even though the other members were mostly smaller than mine, I was drawn to them… fascinated by them…”

Fat Bull Wilderness clamped her hands to her ears.

“I don’t want to hear any more!” she gasped.

“Mother!” Troutface Whippingstick protested. “Listen to me. Please! It’s very important!”

Fat Bull Wilderness felt tears welling in her eyes. She knew exactly what her son was going to tell her.

Rumors had abounded amongst the womenfolk in the Massapoenequena tribe.

The womenfolk always gossiped as they washed their clothing in the river and banged them against the rocks to dry.

The younger womenfolk complained that they all wanted Troutface Whippingstick, but that he never seemed to have interest in any of them.

The rumors began to grow until…

Fat Bull Wilderness knew in her mother’s heart that all the gossiping by the river’s edge had been instilled in truth.

“I realized that I was more interested in the mens’ members than I was in Poontang Hungering Duck’s hole. And I realized I hadn’t really enjoyed myself the year before, during the spring of the year of the well-hung bull. I realized I wanted not a fishy old twat hole… but a massive, injun donkey dong rammed up my tender young buttocks!”

“NO! NO!” Fat Bull Wilderness shrieked. “MY SON IS A FAGGOT!”