Once upon a time there existed a fictional Tribe of Indians called the "Veroni." They were best known for being good friends and good neighbors.
They resided in a peaceful camp in Napoli on the great "Collier Trail." Membership in the "Veroni Tribe" was freely granted to "braves" from all of the other great "Indian Nations" such as: The "Cherokee", The "Carnarsees," The "Chippewa's," and The "Yapalots."
With the purchases of a private "Tepee" one was granted membership in the tribe. The new "braves" enjoyed not only their personal abodes, but many things in common. The most obvious was the "Great Community Tepee." This was the hub of the "Veroni Nation."
At this meeting place tribesman routinely gathered to swim in the custom pool, sneak a peek at "Little White Dove," and chat about life in their new tribe. Management of the reservation was the responsibility of the "Grand Council." When all the Tepees were sold the "Grand Council" would turn over control of the camp to the tribe. Occasionally the Grand Council accepts guidance from tribesman, but in the end the final decision is theirs.
One day in the camp a brave, named, "Lone Eagle," decided he was not pleased with how the ponies used the trail around their washing station. A great archer, who only carried a single arrow, "Lone Eagle" often flew so high, that he lost sight of the rest of the tribe. One day, while on a solo flight, he decided it would be best if the ponies only drove "one way" on this trail and parking facility.
Another brave named: "Broken Arrow" said, to "Lone Eagle:" "How does the rest of the tribe feel about this?" Lone Eagle knew he was right, and dismissed Broken Arrow's plea to hear from the rest of the tribe. This caused ill feeling between the two braves. They put on their "War Paint," "Yelped," and finally let their arrows fly. "Lone Eagle" was determined to silence the "brave" who he once called"friend," but his arrow only wounded "Broken Arrow." Then out of the dark sky came a lightening bolt that sent the two warriors into a state of unconsciousness.
While the two braves were having their skirmish the "Grand Council" using great wisdom decided: "The ponies shall continue to run in both directions around the washing station."
Days later the above pictured Chippewa Medicine Man, and the neighbor in the next Tepee joined hands to revive their friends "Lone Eagle" and "Double Arrow." They danced (at least one did) over the fallen braves. They chanted, but only one knew the words. And finally they called on the "Great Spirit" to make the two warriors realize: First they are "Veroni" with equal standing in the Tribe; Second they are also "Yapalots;" and; Last they need to bury the hatchet. Hopefully the two braves heeded the words of the wise medicine man, and they can walk the trails in peace.
This story is fiction. It is not meant to be harmful in any way. Hopefully, someone might just find only one word humorous, and let out a chuckle. If that occurs then the Indian who has contributed this ancient tale has done his job. For now He is off to "his home" in the Swamp.
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