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Iwanted to record an erotic story I heard from the Dogrib Nation. I heard it one summer when I was working with kids on a fishing island in the middle of Great Slave Lake, north of Yellowknife, NWT. This was before I met my wife, Pam, and before the death of our daughter, Isabell. The story is about how Raven acquired such a beautiful, flaming red tongue. When a Raven opens its beak towards you, look in. You will see a beautiful pink pussy in its mouth. Really. The story goes like this. A long time ago the Dogrib people had kicked the shit out of Raven. They had it with the fucker. He had tricked, shamrocked and shananagined them one times too many. The Dogrib are magnificent fighters. Executing cowboy kicks, bannock slaps and aerial maneuvers, they are acrobats of destruction when they battle and I’m so proud to be one. Anyway, this wasn’t the first time they kicked the shit out of Raven, but they wanted it to be their last. As Raven buckled, his face swollen, his left eye rammed shut, the people decided to rip off his beak. They did, too, the bastards . They pulled it right the hell off and ran back to town. With his black body ruined and crushed, Raven fell inside a coma. How the Dogrib hid Raven’s beak was they gave it to a blind, old woman. They told her what they had done and she agreed to hide it. She was a powerful medicine woman and they trusted her. She knew what to do. The woman hid it under her dress, placing it between her thighs, pointing down. The long dress she wore prevented anyone from seeing the hard, black beak. With the beak, came Raven’s tongue. 95 richard van camp Why Ravens Smile to Little Old Ladies as They Walk By … 96 raven The tongue, lonely for a mouth, sought her sunshine spot, tasting and wiggling itself all the way in, as far as it would go. The old woman jumped when she first felt this, but soon loved what she felt. It felt delicious. From that day on, the old woman experienced such intensity that she was dizzy and lost and wonderful all at the same time. Well, she just had to stay home. Why leave the house? Thinking their mother was sick, her daughters would bring her food. The old woman insisted that she was all right and smiled for the first time in years. All day she would bounce, bend over, wiggle and rock back and forth. The tongue loved its newfound mouth and this reborn woman loved her newfound, secret friend! This went on for weeks. The old woman had never been happier. Raven, however, was on the lookout for his beak and tongue. Because Raven’s sense of taste was gone, the nose behind his beak had developed an excellent sense of smell. He walked into Fort Rae and demanded the Dogrib people return his beak at once. No one knew anything; that’s what they told him. Raven said he wouldn’t leave until he found his beak. He had grown skinny and people asked if he had a tapeworm. He told them all to fuck right off. He sat and glared, watching everyone in the community. It wasn’t long before he overhead the old woman’s daughters talking about their mother. They were concerned that, being blind, their mother was no longer coming outside to visit. They were concerned that perhaps she was wanting to die. They said they had heard her moaning all hours of the night, sometimes crying out with a heavy voice. “Perhaps,” one said, “she is depressed. ” “No, no,” the other daughter said. “She’s never looked happier.” The Raven’s senses tingled! Raven shot up and ran toward the old woman’s house. He walked straight in and the old woman was on all fours, rocking herself and arching her back. She shot up and straightened out her dress, “Who is it?” Raven changed his voice, “It is me, your daughter. I have come to do your laundry.” “I’ll do it myself,” she said. “Leave me alone.” “Are you sick, Mother?” the voice asked. “No,” she answered, “just tired.” Suddenly, Raven jumped the old woman and pulled her dress up. There was his beak between her thighs! He pulled but his tongue wouldn’t let go. He pulled and pulled with...

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