The bizarre conversation came to an end.
The young Indian officer frowned and thought for a moment. "Chief, it sounds like he's speaking Creek, but I was using Navajo. Creek is rarely spoken these days, so there are a lot of pronunciations I don't understand."
"But the gist of it is that the injured party was in front of the Iron Brown Bear's door doing something to desecrate an Elf, so he was punished with a bow and arrow."
"Iron Brown Bear, desecration, Elf?" The older officer furrowed his brow.
The young Indian officer continued, "Yes. He said he's from the Yosemite Tribe in the south and is looking for the Tribal Elf, Khilla. In his Indian language, 'elf' means god or spirit."
"Khilla represents the Iron Brown Bear, the Tribal Elf."
This jumbled mess was giving the older officer a headache. He waved his hand dismissively.
"I don't care about any Iron Brown Bear or Tribal Elf. Take him back to the station and get his statement first."
