A very long time ago, when the world was new, there was a certain plant that grew in the shallow waters of the bayous. It grew in the same place where the Choctaw people went to bathe or swim. This plant was a vine, and it was very poisonous. Whenever the people touched this vine, they would get very sick and would die.
This vine liked the Choctaw people, though, and it felt sorry for them. It didn't want to cause them so much pain and sorrow. But, it couldn't show itself to them, because it grew beneath the surface of the bayou. So, it decided to give away its poison. It called all of the chiefs of the small people of the swamps---the wasps, bees and snakes. It told them that it wanted to give away its poison.
These small chiefs held a council about the vine's offer. They had no poison and were often stepped on by the others. They agreed to share the poison. Bee spoke first. "I will take a small part of your poison," he said. "I will only use it to defend my hive. I will warn people away before I poison them, and, even if I shall have to use my poison, it will kill me to do so, therefore, I will use it very carefully."
Wasp spoke next. "I will take a small part of your poison, also," he said. "Then I will be able to protect my nest. But, I will warn people by buzzing close to them before I poison them. I will keep my poison in my tail."
Water Moccasin spoke. "I will take some of your poison. I will use it only if people step on me. I will hold it in my mouth and when I open my mouth people will see how white it is and they will know to stay away from me."
Rattlesnake spoke last. "I will take a good bit of your poison," he said." I will take all that is left. I will hold it in my mouth, too. And, before I strike someone, I will use my tail to warn them. Intesha, Intesha, Intesha, Intesha. That is the sound that I will make to let them know that they are too close."
So, it was done. The vine gave up its poison to the bees, wasps, water moccasins and the rattlesnakes. Now, the shallow waters of the bayous were safe for the Choctaw people. Where once that vine had poison, now it had small flowers. From then on, only those who were foolish and did not listen to the warnings of the small people of the forrest, were hurt.
A Choctaw Legend