Storytime
A long time ago, in the early 19th century, an Englishman, who was rather fond of hunting, took a safari to the Congo in Africa. After several days of finding no big game to shoot at, he made his way to port, and stumbled out of the jungle into a large plain. He suddenly heard the most unusual sound, what today may be attributed to an electrified chainsaw. He looked up and saw the bird causing the racket, and fired two shots in the air, the latter hitting. As it fell to the ground, a Native remarkd from behind the hunter "You shouldn't have done that."
"Why not?" said the Englishman. As if on queue, the sky darkenned with the feathers of one-thousand birds (the Foo birds, I should have mentioned). Before the hunter had time to react from the amazing sight, every single Foo bird promptly excreted. Upon seeing the thousand turds falling, the Englishman fainted. He woke up some time later, and was approached by the Native. "What should I do now?" he asked.
"Well," said the Native, "if the Foo shits, wear it!"
