| Sascha (E-Mail nur eingeloggt Sichtbar) am 26.05.2024 19:32 Uhr |
The year was 1904.
It was Alaska's
longest and coldest winter
in recorded history.
The winter known as Mother Death.
The citizens of Lone Moose
were on the verge of running out
of food, firewood and even hope.
But then, one very early morning,
Mayor Parsnips went out on yet
another search for sustenance
and found...
I have found a huge pile
of moose droppings.
Brown gold. Brown gold!
First he searched for the moose itself
to kill and eat it right away,
yum, yum, yum. But he never found
the bounteous beast. Instead,
day after day, he did find
a prodigious pile of poops.
A blessing from the behind.
He collected them and distributed
the magical manure house to house.
Thus the citizens of Lone Moose
used the beige bounty to
keep their fires burning,
to plant potatoes indoors,
to patch the cracks
in their windows and, yes,
one guy did eat them, and soon died.
But if it weren't
for the rear gifts given
from moose to mayor, the whole
town might have perished
before the winter
finally let up in mid-July.
And so, each spring,
the citizens of Lone Moose
gather to celebrate
both mooses and mayors
at the Rear Gifts Festival,
an event that culminates
in the legendary Turd Drop,
where everyone in town
shellacs a moose poop to drop.
And whoever gets
their fortunate fece closest
to the target on the Mayor
Parsnips monument wins a big prize.
Mmh, Kaviar-Spiele. Und schönes Rätselraten.
