There was this big Indian Chief. Feared by all far and near. One day he was so constipated he just couldn't go.
He sent for the Witch Doctor who prescribed the tea made from local herbs or what some call 'erbs.
A week later after jugs of this broth he sent for the Doc again " Big Chief no go " ! The Doc is worried, it might cost him his job or more. He went far into the woods and collected some strange plants known only to himself. He brewed up some more tea for the Chief. Buckets of it.
A week later he was summoned back. Big Chief still no go.
Damn this was serious he crawled out of the Chief's teepee, swallowed his pride and got a bottle of pills to take with plenty of water from the Town Doctor.
Next day there was a commotion in the settlement. Big Chief was dead - he had drowned in his tea pee.