This is one from my youth so may not mean a lot to many.
So the Indians, red not ones from India, catch these three cowboys.
They tie them up against totem poles and retire for the night.
Halfway through the night it starts, one, two, three, four, five and so on.
The Indians get up the next morning none too happy and demand to know which one of the cowboys was counting all night. All three cowboys deny so the Indians kill one of them.
If it carries on again tonight we know it is one of you two they declare.
So off they all go to bed and lo and behold about half two it starts again.
One, two, three, four, five etc.
The next morning the Indians are totally pi--ed off and so kill another cowboy.
That just leaves you says chief Running Water, if it starts tonight we know it is you that is counting all night.
So that night after a meal of braised bison they all have a good dance around the totem pole and retire to bed with their squaws.
Everything is fine until about four o'clock and then it starts, one, two, three, four, five etc.
The Indians have really seen their a-se now and the next morning they kill the remaining cowboy.
That'll sort it says Red Deer, there will be no counting tonight. So that night they all go off to bed very content but at three thirty it starts, one, two, three, four, five etc.
The Indians get up the next morning totally perplexed.
They take the three dead cowboys and plan to bury them far from the camp. As they are burying one of the cowboys a packet of cigarettes falls out of his pocket
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