In the path of progress

An Indian named Chief Bowels lived in a teepee on the reservation. One day
he received a letter from the state division of highways that said that
they were going to build a freeway and it would go right through where his
teepee was located and he would have to move.


He was very upset about this because his ancestors had lived in that exact
place for many generations.


He decided to go into town to talk to someone and get them to change the
route of the freeway.


He arrived in town but didn't know where to go so he asked someone for
directions to the local office of the highway department. He was told to
go three blocks straight ahead then turn left for two blocks and it would
be on the right.


He went three blocks straight ahead then turned right and went into the
building on the left. It was a drugstore.


The druggist asked him if he could help him and the Indian replied.
"Bowels no move!"


"Oh," said the druggist. That's no problem. Take this twice a day for a
week." he said, as he gave the Indian a bottle of medicine.


The Indian left and one week later the he returned. "Hello," said the
druggist. "Did that medicine work?"


"Bowels still no move!" said the Indian.


"Well, well," said the druggist. "It appears that we will have to use
something a little stronger. Take this four times a day for a week."


The Indian left and one week later he returned. "Hello again," said the
druggist. "How are you doing?"


"Bowels still no move!" said the Indian.


"Oh my goodness!" said the druggist. "This really calls for something
drastic. This is the most powerful treatment in existance. Take it eight
times a day for a week."


The Indian left and one week later he returned. When the druggist saw him
he asked, "bowels move?"


"Bowels have to move" said the Indian. "Teepee full of shit."