In which we gave thanks to God that the Pilgrim Parents: the most boring, annoying, pushy, generally joyless group of Christians these islands ever produced, went off to America. We got Hnaef to do the service as he spends most time there, selling red hats.
Hnaef's creative liturgy was based around those two birds most beloved of Americans: the Thanksgiving Turkey and the Bald Eagle.
Yeah. It turns out that, unlike in the Prophet Isaiah. this is not a time when the turkey will lie down with the eagle.
I mean, it's not like the turkey is the natural food of the bald eagle. But "Sam" was hungry after being borrowed from the wild bird exhibition. And a bit edgy about being delivered into a Moot House full of Beaker Folk who all went "oooo" when they saw her.
So poor old Tilly the Turkey. You could say feathers were flying. But not for long.
So we swept up the feathers and put what was left of Tilly in the compost. Waste not want not. And we asked Hnaef if he could do something that would perfectly capture the spirit of today's USA.
So he blamed a black sportsman and went off to play golf.
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Red hats, indeed. :-)
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