Arrow:  Oh, I've sewn this skin crooked again. I'll never be able to get 
        it right. Maybe I can start a new fashion.

Feath:  I wouldn't attempt to do so. The braves are very particular.

Arrow:  Oh, why couldn't I have been born an apprentice in sorcery instead 
        of a common teepee drudge? Life would have been so much simpler.

Dew:    Musn't be jealous, dear. In truth, after Flying Squirrel, someone must 
        be trained and ready to control nature and prepare incantations for the
        tribe. Someone must know how to keep the Earth rotating at the proper
        angle to its plane of revolution or the seasons would all turn to one.

Feath:  True, and someone must understand the practice of keeping the sun 
        positioned correclty to insure unequal heating of the Earth's
        surface!

Dew:    Indeed! Otherwise the hot and cold air masses would stop moving 
        within the terrestrial atmosphere!

Arrow:  I understand all that. I really do. I was just wondering 
        why, why, why, it's so much easier to control the celestial
        bodies than to mend a beaver skin.