gunnyg
10-02-02, 02:21 PM
From GyG's Mailbag~~~~~~~~
>At a small air terminal in the Texas Panhandle, three strangers are awaiting
>their shuttle
>flight. One is a Native American passing through from Oklahoma. Another, a
>local
>ranch hand
>on his way to Ft. Worth for a stock show. The third passenger is an Arab
>student, newly
>arrived from the Middle East. To pass the time they strike up a
>conversation on
>recent
>events, and the discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon the
>Westerners
>learn that
>The Arab is a devout Muslim. The conversation falls into an uneasy Lull. The
>cowpoke leans
>back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table, tips his big
>sweat-stained hat
>forward over his face while the wind outside blows tumbleweeds and the old
>windsock flaps.
>Finally, the Native American clears his throat and softly, he speaks:
>
>"Once my people were many, now we are few."
>
>The Muslim raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few," he
>sneers, "and
>now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?"
>
>The Texan shifts the toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness
>beneath his
>Stetson says, "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet."
j
>At a small air terminal in the Texas Panhandle, three strangers are awaiting
>their shuttle
>flight. One is a Native American passing through from Oklahoma. Another, a
>local
>ranch hand
>on his way to Ft. Worth for a stock show. The third passenger is an Arab
>student, newly
>arrived from the Middle East. To pass the time they strike up a
>conversation on
>recent
>events, and the discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon the
>Westerners
>learn that
>The Arab is a devout Muslim. The conversation falls into an uneasy Lull. The
>cowpoke leans
>back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table, tips his big
>sweat-stained hat
>forward over his face while the wind outside blows tumbleweeds and the old
>windsock flaps.
>Finally, the Native American clears his throat and softly, he speaks:
>
>"Once my people were many, now we are few."
>
>The Muslim raises an eyebrow and leans forward, "Once my people were few," he
>sneers, "and
>now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?"
>
>The Texan shifts the toothpick to one side of his mouth and from the darkness
>beneath his
>Stetson says, "That's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet."
j