One day, as Atilla was getting drunk in his sled, waiting for a few late warriors to arrive so the band could go off marauding, his wife came running out of their yurt with a few kilos of caribou jerky. “Atilla, Hon, you forgot this!”

“Ha ha ha, yeah Hon, you wouldn’t want to forget that, Hon,” the other warriors teased. Throughout the entire marauding, one particularly annoying comrade in arms continually called Atilla “Atilla, Hon.” Finally, exhasperated, Atilla knocked him to the ground and pinned his leg behind his head. The warrior screamed in agony as Atilla forced him to say “Uncle.” Finally Atilla let him go, as the humiliated man skulked off, away from the stares of his peers. Atilla stood mightily and called out, “That’s Atilla THE Hon to you!!!” That day history was made, soon to be altered forever by a bad speller.