One day, an old Native American man was asked a simple question.
“What is your wife’s name?”
The old man paused for a moment, then replied calmly,
“Her name is Three Horse.”
The person asking looked surprised.
“Three Horse?” he repeated. “That’s quite an unusual name for a wife. What does it mean?”
The old man sighed deeply, shook his head slowly, and said,
“It’s an old tribal name.”
Then he added with a tired smile:
“It means… Nag. Nag. Nag.” 😄
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