Hi folks, we did one of these stories before: basically your post takes the story on. If you can, try to not introduce too many new characters and astry to keep to the general theme.
So here goes...
Big Chief FatLips was sitting in his tent explaining to his squaw why, for reasons relating to due process and legal consideration, they couldn't divulge the names of the 10 people they would be inviting to the pipe smoking night. His squaw listened dutifully, wishing, not for the first time, that she could go back to her organic gardening and forget about being enterprising all the time. Though it did bring her a certain satisfaction to know that she might some day rise to be the Big Chief. The way things were going that day could be sooner than anyone thought. She conjured with the idea of being called Big Chief WellieBoots and it sounded good to her.
The flap on the tent rustled and a familiar face appeared smiling hugely: "Jaysus, what are yiz doin outta here on da bleedin' car park", said old Chief Cutest_of_Em_all. FatLips looked like he was likely to give the contextual precedent for his decision that was still under consideration by the relevant authorities who were completely impartial and would, according to clearly defined terms of reference, report to the entire community in the fullness of time giving due cognisance to the complexity of the issues before them and the legislative framework underpinning the situation, going forward. Old chief didn't give him a chance: "Whaddya say, let's go for a cuppa, alroight?!". "Actually, actually, you know, perhaps you'd consider givin us a dig out on the tea as I'm going thru a rough patch at the moment, going forward." Big Chief said "What did you do with the last 39million wampum I gave you?". "Jaysus, don't be asking me those kind questions, Jaysus you'd think I knoew something about money. Though I do make a few bob on the shetland pony races in Naul. I heard there's a great race planned for Jobstown on...." Big Chief interrupted, "Have you seen Piotr McLooneyiwich? He was supposed to be here an hour ago so we could take the dream medicine together...
So here goes...
Big Chief FatLips was sitting in his tent explaining to his squaw why, for reasons relating to due process and legal consideration, they couldn't divulge the names of the 10 people they would be inviting to the pipe smoking night. His squaw listened dutifully, wishing, not for the first time, that she could go back to her organic gardening and forget about being enterprising all the time. Though it did bring her a certain satisfaction to know that she might some day rise to be the Big Chief. The way things were going that day could be sooner than anyone thought. She conjured with the idea of being called Big Chief WellieBoots and it sounded good to her.
The flap on the tent rustled and a familiar face appeared smiling hugely: "Jaysus, what are yiz doin outta here on da bleedin' car park", said old Chief Cutest_of_Em_all. FatLips looked like he was likely to give the contextual precedent for his decision that was still under consideration by the relevant authorities who were completely impartial and would, according to clearly defined terms of reference, report to the entire community in the fullness of time giving due cognisance to the complexity of the issues before them and the legislative framework underpinning the situation, going forward. Old chief didn't give him a chance: "Whaddya say, let's go for a cuppa, alroight?!". "Actually, actually, you know, perhaps you'd consider givin us a dig out on the tea as I'm going thru a rough patch at the moment, going forward." Big Chief said "What did you do with the last 39million wampum I gave you?". "Jaysus, don't be asking me those kind questions, Jaysus you'd think I knoew something about money. Though I do make a few bob on the shetland pony races in Naul. I heard there's a great race planned for Jobstown on...." Big Chief interrupted, "Have you seen Piotr McLooneyiwich? He was supposed to be here an hour ago so we could take the dream medicine together...