The privilege of naming all the children of the tribe always fell to the chief. One day a young boy from the tribe ask the chief how he choose the names for all the children.

“Well, my son,” the chief replied, “when I step out of my hut, I name each child after the first thing that I see. For instance, when a child is born and I step out of my hut and I see a pale moon rising, I say, You shall be called, Pale Moon Rising. And when a child is born and I step out of my hut and I see a hawk flying over, I say, You shall be called, Hawk Flying Over.”

While the young tribe boy listen carefully, the chief said, “So, why do you want to know, Big Dog Pooping?”