An Indian boy finally reached the age of manhood 
and the Chief called him into his teepee.  The 
Chief told the boy that, if he was to become a
brave, he must first learn the great secret of 
sex.  Afterward, the Chief explained the mechanics 
of copulation to the boy and ordered him to go
deep into the woods to a specific location.  
At this location, he'd find a great fallen oak 
with a knothole, upon which the Chief instructed 
the boy to _practice_ until he finally learned 
the secret.
 
At nightfall, the boy went off into the woods 
while the tribe gathered around a campfire to 
talk and smoke.  However, after only half an hour,
they heard screaming from the woods.  The Chief 
rose to his feet just as the boy staggered into 
the camp, holding his private parts and moaning 
in agony.  The Chief asked the boy if he'd 
learned the great secret of sex. When the boy 
answered "no," the Chief frowned and ordered 
him back to the woods ... telling him not to 
come back until he'd learned the secret.  So,
the boy staggered back into the forest and the 
Chief returned to the campfire.
 
After a short time, the tribe heard unusual 
noises coming from deep in the woods ... noises 
that sounded like "tapping" or "banging" on wood.  
But, as quickly as they heard the noise, it went 
away and the tribe thought nothing more of it.  
Then, after another hour, the boy re-entered the 
camp with a big smile on his face.  This time, 
when the Chief asked him if he'd learned the great 
secret of sex, the boy said "yes."  The Chief 
smiled and said, "Then you are no longer a boy... 
but a brave ... and you shall marry a squaw I 
choose for you tomorrow."
 
The next day, the brave was married to a beautiful 
squaw and they retired to the conjugal teepee.  
Immediately, the brave began issuing orders.
 
"Hmmm!  Squaw take-em off clothes."
 
She complied.
 
"Hmmm!  Squaw turn around, face away."
 
She complied.
 
"Hmmm!  Now squaw bend-em over."
 
She complied ... and the brave picked up a large 
stick from the ground and swung it fiercely ... 
striking the squaw right in her twat.  The 
screaming squaw ran from the conjugal teepee 
straight to the Chief's teepee ... the brave 
following close behind.  The Chief halted the 
brave as he approached, shouting "What have 
you done to this squaw?  Have you not learned 
the great secret of sex?"
 
"Yes," the brave replied resolutely.  "I have 
learned the secret."
 
The Chief folded his arms in a disbelieving 
manner.  "Then tell me, what _is_ the great 
secret of sex?"
 
The brave looked around himself nervously and 
grabbed his private parts, saying, "Before 
having sex, you must first check ... for bees."