Kinnaq couldn't get his penis into any of the normal places. He often saw women he wanted to fuck, but somehow they always got away at the last minute. Kinnaq took four girls, one by one, across the river just to get to the last one, the one he thought the prettiest. When finally he had her in his kayak, he let the current take them downstream. The girl shouted that they were going the wrong way, and sensing danger, took the sinew that held her braids and tied Kinnaq's parka to his kayak. Then she begged him to pull over to the bank so she could shit. When he did, she ran up the bluff, beyond a point were Kinnaq could see her. By the time he began to chase her, the intricate knots the girl had made forced him to drag his kayak with him. He easily gave up, spotting a lemming hole. He took out his penis and fucked the burrow instead.
Another time, Kinnaq fucked the ventilation hole on the roof of an igloo in a strange village. Two old women who lived inside smelled his penis and began to argue over who would have the man first. Giggling, they chased Kinnaq all the way back to his kayak, but he didn't find the old women attractive. He pushed off down river, his departure an insult to them, an insult to their defiled snow hut. The old women cursed Kinnaq's penis, which they called an usak. As he paddled away, he felt his penis growing, not as a result of lust, not as a result of cold. He stuffed his lengthy usak into his boot, then when it wouldn't stop getting bigger, dragged it behind his boat. The children waiting on shore for him thought Kinnaq's penis was a catch, so they chopped what they thought was a strange fish into bits and began chewing pieces of it.
