- Indian Mayhem -

It's beyond my understanding how seemingly irrelevant things can completely change your
future. This is one of those things. Tabitha and I are very good friends and have been ever
since we met. She one day decided to include the word "Indian" in her email to me, and
this slowly became an immense story. Over time, we decided to make a blog out of this.
You can read the series of emails below.

 
“Oh that is sooo cooool! We SO have to tour Europe together! 

*dances around the computer like an Indian* <3” – Tabitha, on: Dec 14, 2011

-  “I knoooow!!! *dances with you*” – Morgan, on: Dec 14, 2011

  “*stumbles close to the fire, then in a desperate attempt to save herself, she leaped over the dancing flames, dragging Momo closely behind* lol” – Tabitha, on: Dec 15, 2011

“Heheheh. We are Indians at heart!!!!!! *makes odd screeching noises and furious battle cries*” - Morgan, on: Dec 15, 2011 

“*Jigs over to a strawberry bush, grabs some berries, and smears them all over her face, arms, and legs - then (without asking) does the same to her Momo, "Now, Momo. NOW, we are Indians in full!" – Tabitha, on: Dec 15, 2011

-          “*Throws tomahawk at cowboy, hides in bushy area, signals next strike* Shhhhh, Tabby Mohikie (your new Indian nickname) we have to be quiet until our strike! *odd battle cry* *loves the strawberry juices that you smeared all over me*” – Morgan, on: Dec 15, 2011

-          “*Tabby Mohikie nods to her Momo Motomahawkalie (Your knew Indian name, pronounced: MO-tomahawk-AH-lie ;D) Cowboy screams and runs away,  frightened by the ' strawberry red skins ;D' Whilst Tabby Mohikie draws out her perfectly balanced, hard core steel, seven pound, sixteen inch, deathly sharp, dagger; readying it in her right hand, and feeling the perfect balance of the familiar blade she now held in her relaxed with experience, hand. *hehe*” – Tabitha, on: Dec 16, 2011

-          “Ooh, Motamahawkalie likes new name very much. *chuckles at Tabby Mohikie  and gives cowboy evil grin* Them settlers must not be comin' around again! *screeches out a crazed war cry at top of lungs* Strawberry red skins protect land!!!!!” – Morgan, on: Dec 16, 2011

-          “Tabby Mohikie is glad her Momo Motamahawkalie likes her new name *Tabby threw her heavy knife into the air, catching it deftly with her left hand, "Come, Momo! Let's run these Milk skins off our land!" *Savage war cry.* -Tabitha, on: Dec 16, 2011

-          “*shoots poisoned arrow at milk skinned man* *misses by a centimeter* NO! Tabby Mowhikie, you do it! I can't. *contemplates the matter deeply* I sound war cry. You shoot. *Screams war cry again whilst licking strawberry juices off of arms*” - Morgan, on: Dec 16, 2011

-          “*Tabby Mohikie nods to her Momo Motamahawkalie, grabbing her air pipe, and a poison dart from her belt. Tabby Mohikie lifted the hallow blow pipe to her lips, blowing a quick puff of breath through the hollow tubing. The air whistled in recognition of the slicing sharp,  'put-to-sleep' poison dart. The dart embedded itself into the pinky finger of the milk skin man, hitting it, and then dropping to the ground.  The man howled at the slight prick of the sharp point, then slumped off his horse, the sleeping poison taking effect immediately. Tabby Mohikie sighed in relief; she had been aiming for his chest, not his pinky-finger a whole foot and a half away! Tabby Mohikie - all of the milk skins either past out from the sleeping poison/drug, or fleeing for their lives through the thick forest - grabbed her Momo Motamahawkalie, slipping her arm around Momo's, and together, the two friends dance wildly about the fire, their arms interlocked with each other, and their tongues licking at the fingers and arms of their free arm* It's not over yet Morgan! *dramatic music and the chirping of the crickets stop........*” - Tabitha, on:  Dec 17, 2011

-          “This is turning into an immense story!

*Motamahawkalie hears milk skins awakening in the distance, and suddenly breaks free of Tabby Mohikie's arm lock. The strawberry red skin creeps behind a bush, peering through the branches at the drowsy, yet conseous man. She signals for Tabby Mohikie to come, and as both of them stare at the unwanted enemy, his eyes travel up to the bush... And spot the two pairs of eyes belonging to the ravenous 'red skins'*" – Morgan, on: Dec 18, 2011

-          “An incredibly immense story! lol!...

*Tabby Mohikie gasps as the Milk skin - as fast as lightening - drew his revolver on Momo Motamahawkalie, and with a distinct odor in his breath, he snarled, "Stand down! Or your friend dies!" Tabby Mohikie dropped her dagger that she had drawn just then, her eyes clicked to the revolver the Milk skin had in his hand. The Milk skin's eyes adjusted to the gloom, and his vision cleared from the drug. All of a sudden, the cowboy realized these two strawberry skins were no more than children. So, he released the hammer on revolver, allowing it to click lightly back into place, "All right you little rapscallions! I won't kill ‘ya, but you’re coming with me......!" – Tabitha, on: Dec 18, 2011

-          “Yes!

* Momo Motamahawkalie grimaces at the gnarly milk skin savage, sure that he has horrible intentions. She glances at Tabby Mohikie, unsure of what to think of this order. Tabby Mohikie's face is filled with fear, and Momo Motamahawkalie doesn't like it when her friend is frightened. Her heart is quickly enrobed in anger, but she nods and follows the milk skin. She understands his language, but is unsure of how to speak it for herself. The two 'strawberry red skins' are mounted upon the cowboy's extra horse, and the three begin their journey - unsure of what the future withholds...*” – Morgan, on:  Dec 23, 2011

-          “Oh ya! * Tabby Mohikie's eyes were locked on the broad back of the 'milk skin' cowboy, her heart burning with fury and unease as she imagined what was in store for herself, and her bestest friend, Momo Motamahawkalie. Tabby Mohikie tightened her grip on the horses’ mane - the cowboy had unbridled the strong, little, flea-bitten-grey gelding, and instead, led the gelding by a rope. so that the two little indian girls couldn't make for their escape.

The cowboy turned to look at the two specutively furious - and frightened - Indian girls. The cowboy - or Dan, as he was called by civilized, human beings - wondered at the girls' hair color. The slightly more muscular one, had blonde hair ( Momo, Im going off of real life, and yes, you are definitely skinnier than me ;D) But then, the thinner one had a light, nut-brown hair. "How can an Indian have blonde hair?" mumbled Dan to himself.

Tabby Mohikie discretely smoothed a hand inside her disarray of an over tunic. She couldn't help her lips from forming into a thin, sly smile, filled with mischievous malice cross her face, as he grasped the pommel of her small fishing dagger....... *” – Tabitha, on:  Dec 24, 2011

-          “(Why do we have light hair if we're Indian?)

*Momo Motamahawkalie cupped her right hand over her friend's, glancing at her with sorrow-filled eyes. She knew that this was not the right time to attack, even if they were intensely angered by the milk-skin's orders. Tabby Mohikie's grip loosened, releasing her dagger from captivity. She nodded silently at her almond-haired friend, and stared angrily at the man who called himself "Dan". “This”, she thought,” Is not the end”...*

(Do you think that we should make this into a blog? It would be really awesome!!!)” – Morgan, on: Dec 29, 2011

  

- "I don't know why I would have sandy hair *hehe)

 *Tabby Mohikie's eyes lingered still on the tiredly-slumped back of Dan-the-milk-skin. Her thought wavered to a plan of how Momo Motamahawkalie and herself could escape, though deep down inside, Tabby Mohikie had always been longing for adventure, and this was the her opportunity to have an adventure!

Dan sighed, arching his back and allowing the aches to relieve themselves. The sun was going down, and he knew he would have to stop and set up camp before it was completely dark, and therefore he wouldn't be able to collect wood to begin a fire. Dan glanced quickly backwards to make sure the two girls were still sitting astride the gelding. In the rays of the setting sun, Dan realized that the Indian girl whom he had originally thought to have had sandy-blonde hair, now had a very light-sandy-brown hair. In the bright rays of the mid-day sun he supposed the girl's hair would have naturally appeared as a dark blonde. Dan pursed his lips, was he really doing the right thing by taking these two girls as prisoners of a very short little war between two little girls and at least ten grown men?! He shrugged his shoulders, they were just Indians anyway.....!*" - Tabitha, on: Dec 29, 2011

~Posted by Morgan~