MOHAWK  Chances Are 

An interesting story bout  about CHANCES with a  Medicine man on the Mohawk reservation in New York. Seems one year the tribe extremely dry season and so the elders packed up lots of goodies & gifts including blankets, firewater, plenty wompum and some fetching maids and following a treacherous secret trail up the sacred mountain to the Medicine man's Mysterious hideaway. When the Chief asked what did they want - they say if you look down your long hawk nose at the valley you can see the tragic effects of this draught as crops are dying, animals suffering, etc and we want you to earn your keep by unleashing your super duper rain dance causing the water faucets from above to open - OK? Chief grunts nodding and all return home satisfied in their belief that the rain will be due shortly. However several month pass without a raindrop relief and they regroup and start back up the mountain to confront the Chef Rain in the Face who greets them by with a 'HOW'  they say well we know How, with fire in their eyes, but where's the promised rain already after this long  negative streak; the young bucks are leaving and why do you think we keep you here with plenty of firewater, all whether deerskin's, extra goodies and to say nothing bout the squaws we took away from the bucks to keep you in the mood to get off your arse and do something. Chief seriously ponders the situation and after waving his feathers says: Well you see , chances are  some times the Magic expectation works and sometimes it just doesn't - next day, Chief folded his Tee Pee and filed for under employment benefits but nobody thought to do the old 'Indian giver' saying HOW'S bout returning our good looking squaws...... :-)