Daisy: Good afternoon, ladies. How are your projects coming along today? 
       Is the bread just fine? Are your weavings all but perfect if not so?
 
Feath: I'm afraid we're all to busy to talk to you right now, Daisy.
 
Dew:   The rest of us have work to do, you know.
 
Arrow: We can't all be sorcerer's apprentices, you know.
 
Daisy: Oh, don't be like that. I'd be glad to work but my guardian would not
       permit it. I have to save my energy in case a spiritual emergency
       develops. You understand?
 
Squaws: Yes, we understand!
 
Fount: (enters) I understand.
 
Daisy: Good afternoon, your highness. You understand my case?
 
Fount: I understand their case. The tribe is undergoing an economic
       crisis and all day long you skip and dance when there's work to be done.
 
Feath: And how many baskets has your highness woven this afternoon?
 
Arrow: And how many loaves of bread has she baked?
 
Fount: Don't be impertinent. I would be glad to work but I am an Indian
       Princess. It would be beneath me.
 
Daisy: It's terrible, ain't it? You share my situation.
 
Fount: Not a bit.

Feath: And the difference is?
 
Fount: The difference is that I say I am an Indian Princess and I am 
       an Indian Princess. (to Daisy) Your guardian says he is a shaman
       and he is not a shaman. He is a charlatan! A quack! A fake!
 
Squaws: Oh!
 
Arrow: Please, would you have the sun fall out of the sky?
 
Feath: Or the rivers stop flowing?
 
Dew:   Or the winds cease blowing?
 
Daisy: You must be grateful for Flying Squirrel's special abilities.
 
Fount: Bah! I am grateful for having a special ability called common sense.