The Legend of “Three Horse” In a remote Native American village, deep in the heart of the Great Plains, an old Indian elder sat outside his teepee, enjoying the warmth of the setting sun. His long, silver hair flowed over his shoulders, and his wise eyes watched the world with calm patience. He had lived many years, seen many things, and had earned great respect among his people.
One day, a young warrior, eager to learn from his elders, approached him and sat beside him. The young man had heard many stories about the elder’s wisdom and humor, and today, he had a question that had been on his mind for a long time. “Grandfather,” the young warrior said, “I have always admired the way our people name their children and loved ones. Each name has meaning and tells a story. My father is called ‘Soaring Eagle’ because he was a great leader. My brother is named ‘Running Wolf’ because he is swift and strong. But I have always wondered something about your wife’s name.” The elder raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Ah, my beloved wife, Three Horse?” “Yes, Grandfather,” the young man nodded. “That is an unusual name. I have never heard such a name before. What does it mean?” The old Indian sighed, stretching his arms as if preparing to share a great wisdom. He looked toward the horizon, as if searching for the right words, then turned to the young warrior with a serious expression. “It means…” He paused for effect, letting the anticipation build. “Nag, Nag, Nag.” For a moment, the young warrior stared at him in silence, processing the words. Then, laughter erupted as he realized the elder had just told him a joke. The old man chuckled to himself, clearly proud of his humor. “But Grandfather,” the young warrior said between laughs, “surely you do not mean that about Grandmother!” The elder smirked and nodded. “Oh, my boy, I love my wife dearly. She has been my partner for many seasons, and she is wise and strong. But just as a horse neighs when it is displeased, my wife has a way of letting me know when I have done something wrong… and she never lets me forget it!” The young warrior continued laughing, but he also saw a lesson in the elder’s words. Even in love, there is room for humor. That night, as the young warrior walked back to his teepee, he repeated the joke to his friends. Soon, the entire village had heard it, and the legend of “Three Horse” became a favorite story passed down through generations. And to this day, whenever an old married couple bickers, the people of the village smile, remembering the wise elder’s words—sometimes, love comes with a little bit of “Nag, Nag, Nag.”