Little did he realize that his own daughter was actually talking to one of those white men, who asked. "So, uh, what river is this?"
"Quiyoughcohannock." replied Pocahontas as she tried on John's helmet.
"You have the most unusual names here." said John. "Chicahominy, Quiyough...Quiyoughcohannock, Pocahontas."
"You have the most unusual name, too...John Smith." replied Pocahontas.
As she spoke, John heard a familiar screech.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, pulling out a certain raccoon by the tail, while he helped himself to more biscuits from his satchel. "Is this bottomless pit a friend of yours?"
"Meeko!" scolded Pocahontas as she brought her little friend closer to her.
"Well, how do you do, Meeko?" greeted John, who held out his hand, to which Meeko thought he had another biscuit, which he looked for, then crossed his paws in disappointment.
"It's all right, it's just a handshake." explained John. "Here, let me show you."
Again, Pocahontas stared at John's extended hand.
"Nothing's happening." she said.
"No, no, I need your hand first." replied John.
So Pocahontas held out her own hand, which John shook, explaining. "It's how we say hello."
Upon seeing this, Meeko tried shaking with Flit, whom he shook up and down while Snoopy and Woodstack laughed.
"This is how we say hello." said Pocahontas, who held her hand up, palm facing outward, and move it in a circle in the air. "Wingapo."
"Wingapo." recalled John, who copied what she did.
"And how we say goodbye...Ana." said Pocahontas, who moved her hand back the other way.
"I like 'hello' better." said John, who put his hand up against hers.
Upon seeing that, Flit got between both hands, pushing them apart, and squeaked at John, who said. "Yeah, I remember you."
Flit landed on Pocahontas's finger as she explained. "Flit just doesn't like strangers."
"But Snoopy, Woodstock and I aren't strangers anymore." said John.
Woodstock wanted to be on Pocahontas's finger, but Flit shooed him away.
Squeaking frighteningly, Woodstock flew back to Snoopy.
"Hmm, stubborn little fellow, isn't he?" guessed John.
"Very stubborn." replied Pocahontas.
Just as before, John heard a rustle coming from his satchel.
"Hey!"
Meeko popped out...with what he thought was another biscuit.
"Meeko! Come back here!" called Pocahontas.
"Don't worry, he can't hurt it." assured John.
Meeko took a look at the biscuit, which wasn't a biscuit, but a compass, which he banged against a rock!
"Hey, what are you doing?!" growled John, who tried to catch the thieving raccoon, who climbed up the nearest tree in a hurry, ignoring Pocahontas calling, "Meeko, bring that back!"
"No, no, it's all right. He can keep it." said John, who then called up to Meeko. "Call it a gift."
As he heard Meeko banging the compass on a branch, Snoopy growled as if he was saying, "Be careful with that!"
"What was that?" asked Pocahontas.
"My compass." replied John.
"Compass?"
"It tells you how to find your way when you get lost." explained John. "But it's all right. I'll get another one in London."
"London? Is that your village?" asked Pocahontas.
"Yes," said John. "It's a very big village."
"What's it like?" asked Pocahontas.
"Well, it's got streets filled with carriages, bridges over the rivers..." explained John. "...and buildings as tall as trees."
"I'd like to see those things." said Pocahontas.
John smiled. "You will."
"How?" asked Pocahontas.
"We're going to build them here." replied John. "We'll show your people how to use this land properly, how to make the most of it."
"Make the most of it?" repeated Pocahontas.
"Yes, we'll build roads and decent houses and..." John went on, but Pocahontas cut him off, saying. "Our houses are fine."
"You think that, only because you don't know any better."
At that last comment, Pocahontas stared coldly at John and stomped back to her canoe, while John tried to stop her...
"Wait a minute, don't take it that..."
...all while trying to get away from Flit, who swarmed around him, Snoopy and Woodstock, who argued with the hummingbird.
Pocahontas had just got on her canoe and was about to row away, but John caught up to her, saying. "Hey, hey, wait! Wait, wait!
"There's so much we can teach you." he said, holding the front of her canoe. "We've improved the lives of savages all over the world."
"Savages?!" repeated Pocahontas, feeling offended.
"Uh, not that you're a savage." said John.
"Just my people?" assumed Pocahontas.
"No, listen, that's not what I meant." said John. "Let me explain."
But Pocahontas didn't want to hear any more.
"Let go!" she demanded.
"No, I'm not letting you leave." said John, still holding the canoe, from which Pocahontas hopped off and climbed up the tree, in where John, with Snoopy on tow, climbed after her, saying. "Look, don't do this! 'Savage' is just a word. You know, a term for…people who are uncivilized."
"Like me?" assumed Pocahontas.
"Well, when I say 'uncivilized,'" stumbled John. "What I mean is...is…"
Before he could come with what to say, John accidentally grabbed Snoopy's tail, causing the little beagle to yelp while he and John fell from the tree and into the ground, where Snoopy landed on John's head, followed by his helmet, which clanged hard on the little beagle, who let out a groan.
Pocahontas jumped down from the tree, walked over to John and Snoopy, knelt down in front of them.
"What you mean is..." she said, finishing John's scentence. "...not like you.
You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places
I guess it must be so
But still, I cannot see
If the savage one is me
How can there be so much that you don't know?
You don't know...
Without a word, John followed Pocahontas further into the forest, where she showed him her world. Snoopy and Woodstock were not far behind.
You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name
You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger,
You'll learn things you never knew you never knew
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? (2x)
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind
After what he witnessed, John felt a change coming over him. What Pocahontas was saying made sense. He gazed at her with a new understanding, so did Pocahontas, while Snoopy and Woodstock watched in admiration.
Just then, a beating sound echoed through the forest.
"What is it?"
"The drums." realized Pocahontas. "They mean trouble. I have to go."
Before John could stop her, Pocahontas hurried to her canoe.
As he and Woodstock watched her row towards home, then looked back at John, Snoopy sighed dejectedly.