摘要：This is an Anishinaabemowin (a.k.a. Ojibwe language) translation story. A story concerning the disabling consequences of Eurocentric translations through the process of redaction, reduction, and refraction of meanings. This story includes baby birds covered in faeces, Ships of Empire, a swamp, an Oracle, a Crippled Two-Tongue, a Tradish Nish, a fraudulent credit card, and one giant animal called Anishinaabemowin that everyone wants to eat but no one wants to share. A story of forced dislocations and the startling journey to re-articulate all the parts of the language. Disclaimer: some baby birds were narratively harmed in the making of this article, but in the end they turn out fine.
