Ulth-kiddaaa' (Long time ago,...) in a cha-ha-ohh (ramada) somewhere between the Four Sacred Mountains, he was born in the traditional way.  His Chai', Old Man Moustache was a reknown horseman, with a region wide reputation for braiding horsehair bridles.  He had just finished what he felt was the finest halter, when he heard the newborn cry its first living breath.  Moustache smiled, wiped the sweat from his bushy eyebrows and hung the halter on a ramada cross-pole.  It has been a joyful season of anticipation for their new arrival.  As a patriarch he could tell from the gasping cry that,...Ush-kee Ah-teeh (Its a boy.)  In his morning prayers, he sought inspiration from the Creator for a name for his expected Grandson.  His daughter, who had given this gift of life was named Soi'yo'inih (Sees Stars) by her Grandfather.  By the time she began to talk, she referred to her self as,.. Star.  As Moustache walked up to the ramada, the womenfolk and relatives parted, forming an opening through which the patriarch walked.  Star smiled radiantly and asked her father, "Shi-zhee'ih, nnl-ihh shoh, (Father, come see..) tell us what his name will be."  Moustache picked up the gurgling infant, and with tears welling up in his eyes he reverently proclaimed, Nn-tsa-hokaasi ohl-yaado (His name shall be Thinker).  Everyone nodded in solemn approval, thus, Thinker began his life journey during the storytelling season.  (Stay Tooned)