Cowboys and Indians, French Canadian Translation

Playing cowboys and Indians

That fact that we started to have fun, if you know what I mean, worse we decided to add a little spice to the whole affair by a set of roles. 'Had read it in a book or magazine girls, or learned it in a Brownie camp, and his idea was:

Me, the guy, I'll dress up like a cowboy and it will be an Indian princess.

"Eh? Indian? "What I ask him, tormented by guilt white.

"Okay, okay, okay! "She replied. "Native American Original First Nations or something like that then."

"OK," I say, "what's the setup? "

"Well, you're the cowboy. And I'm the princess ... In Native American princess. Do you understand? "

"Yes, yes, I understand. "What I say. "Oh yes. Worse there? What? "

"What do you mean worse then what? "

"Well then, t'sé, genre, I'm out and I walk around horse or something even? "

"That's it. Outside, you walk, you make bad business cowboys. "

"Cool, it starts to get fun. What kind of business? "

"What do you mean? "

"Well, t'sé, you said that j'me walking worse than j'fais business cowboy. J'me just wondering what kind of business. "

"It changes what? You're outside, you walk, you do business cowboy worse you see me there. "

"Super" What I says. "J'commence to be really into it. You're of what nation? "

"WHAT? "She asked.

"Nation, what nation you are. T'sé, I mean, we are in the desert, in the mountains, 'James Bay on the North Shore on a beach? What's the plan? "

"Ooooh, the beach, it sounds good. "She told me. "So we acted as if we were there. "

"Perfect. "What J'lui said. "Ok, we're at the beach, you're a Native American princess ... Wait a second. "

"WHAT? "

"Well, the beach, there are cowboys at the beach? I mean, I dunno that a lot of nations stood there. But I'm not sure sure of the details. "

"Look, it's supposed to be a kind of fantasy role-playing. You t'rappelles? It adds spice to our love life, eh? What is the difference it that I come from a nation or another and there are cowboys or not at the beach, huh? C'pas a curse ostie of history classes c't'un role play! "

"Ok, ok. "What I say. "I dunno it's just that, well, but that j'puisse get to play, I gotta know some business. It just makes things more real for me. "

"What reality? Here's everything you need to know. You're a cowboy. J'suis an Indian princess.Who cares about what you do, where you go, the worse your horse is any color. You see me, OK, worse you disembark your horse, pluck my ti-suit Indian worse "

"Whow" What I says. "Wait a minute. It sounds a little forced. T'sé, j'le not know how j'me direction with respect to that. Gender, whites have already taken your land, your culture destroyed, and I arrived, I landed my live horse on any Native American princess j'trouve not worse. J'pas sure I'm comfortable with that. I mean, it does not hurt as if I was just ... a tail like that.

"You're completely off the track of my little cabbage. "She told me. "The idea is not that you're a cowboy politicaly correct 'is here to save the wilderness any worse, the idea is that you try to turn, faqu'on made this little scenario there. That's it, that's it that's all. "

"J'le know ..." What I say. "Why is it that I could not, like, get overlapping in your camp, bring drugs to save your little brother-sister-cousin. There, after staying a little with you, after you got to know the whole gang, we fall in love. Worse there, I gotta prove my courage to thy father, the chief, performing a kind of rite of initiation incredible, something very manly, kind be suspended from a tree by my pecs, eating mushrooms, smoking pipe , access to the spirit world where I find my totem animal, which, what a coincidence, is the same as yours, thus proving once and for all that we are made for each other. Worse then finally there I gotta bat against the most valiant warrior and fierce tribe in a fist fight that would leave us both ben maganés almost dead. You finally accept me, cared for me and you I become healthy with a blend of herbs and incantations to the spirits. Worse when I feel better, and after a wedding ceremony in due form, beautifully consumes our union. "

"But what are you exactly? The man who dances with wolves whispering in the ear of the named horse? It is a fantasy saint-simonak! OK, Ok, I got it. What ce'tu think of that? You arrive on your horse, I jump from a tree, a sacred j'te fly farts j'te the Yeul, I steal your horse r'tourne bad I jump in my village warrior. Is what is historically appropriate for you? "

"Well hey, actually, I dunno really if women were admitted in the trees what if-"

"Ok, it's beautiful. Ostia ... forget it ... You forget all obvious. Worse anyway, OD starts in a few minutes. "