AGATU: Once in a time there was a baby girl. Ahbinooji. (Loving and caring for a child.) Her name is forgotten, but she was loved so much. HFOL: I know who you're talking about. She died. AGATU: Did she? HFOL: That's what I had heard. AGATU: I had not heard that.

Ahbinooji. She was much loved. However. HFOL: Ahhh here it comes. The "however." There's always a "however" with these stories. AGATU: The best stories always have a "however." That's called the hook or the twist.

The thing that makes people listen. HFOL: People never listen. AGATU acknowledges this non-verbally. AGATU: However. The baby girl had to be raised by her grandmother. HFOL: Where was the grandfather? AGATU: He drownded. HFOL: And the mom? And the dad? AGATU: Dead. HFOL: Typical.

AGATU: One day the baby girl became sick. Her kookum went to ask for help and guess what? HEAD FULL OF LICE shrugs. AGATU: Help was offered. She was told it was on the way. To watch for the plane with the big shoes on its feet. HFOL: What's a plane? AGATU: The iron birds. HFOL: Right. AGATU: Sure enough.

While Kookum was picking berries. She heard the iron bird in the sky. HFOL: The plane. AGATU: Eh? HFOL: The plane. The plane. AGATU: Yes. Right. The plane.

I have trouble hearing now Head Full of Lice. Pardon me.So Kookum heard the plane and went to the water's edge to get the help baby girl needed. HFOL: Oh. Is this a good story? AGATU: They landed on the water with the big shoes on the plane's feet and moniyaw (white people) came out. Which, now that I think about it, makes sense because who else would it be, there were no plane flyers from our people. HFOL: And then? AGATU acts out the following: AGATU: Oh. Kookum walked to the water's edge to meet them and they came to her and baby girl, but they did not greet them.

Instead, they took baby girl. They tore her out of grandmother's arms and took her back to the plane and baby girl's grandmother who loved her more than her own life fell to the ground. Her berries she had picked also fell and spilled on the earth. And she lay there crying out her arms reaching for the child she would never hold again. HFOL: However.AGATU: There are no more "howevers" in this story. HFOL: That's a shit story. AGATU: It happened.