A young red indian boy goes to see his father by the river.

"Father", the boy asks, "I'd like to ask you about our naming culture. Why is my sister called Flowering Meadow?"

The father raised an eyebrow. "Ah. That is because she was conceived in the most beautiful meadow in the country."

The little boy nods. "Father, sorry to ask again, but why is my brother called Rocky Mountain?"

The father raises his hand, gesturing to the horizon. "Ah. That is because your brother was conceived on the peak of the greatest mountain in the country."

The boy falls silent. The father looks at him, and puts his arm around him

"Why do you ask, Torn Johnny?"