ROADWAY TO MYSTERIUM
The flyway was wide open; all those
geese and birds going by. Some
gunman with a lethargic face,
calling himself a hunter, could
have had a field day. I have a
friend, he's from Italy, the north,
and once each Spring he goes back
home for a week or so. They have
some traditional folk festival,
each year, which he never misses.
'Songbird Day' or something.
From everywhere around, the
country locals shoot birds out of
the sky. Thousands. They get
skewered and cooked and eaten,
in a great, yearly town fest.