Little Beaver was growing his reputation, growing it goodly like some Tijuana cannabis. He was out on a stolen horse one morning and rode square up on a U.S. Cavalry Major eating his breakfast. In fact, as Little Beaver put two arrows in his flank, the Major was still holding his metal coffee cup.
So he had juice in his camp.
Little Beaver took the eager Something Humping over the hill to the swamp. They gathered leaves, straw and some mud, and fashioned that into a newborn babe. When they returned, everyone celebrated the new babe, but in the midst of the joyful doings, everyone stopped, asking, "what is the new lad's name?"
"BMF" said Little Beaver, while Something Humping blushed another shade of brown.