Phoenix High God Zhe Yan cringed in utter disgust. Shivers like millipede legs traveled from his head to his tail feathers. It gave him the willies to know some cultures stuffed beautiful birds before cutting and consuming the poor thing like heathens.
Some used herbs and seasoned bread crumbs, while other preferred sticky glutinous rice. Regardless what a terrible way to go.
“Aya. Forgive them for they do not know what they do.” He implored aloud to the universe.
He would be the more magnanimous and overlook their uncivilized ways. Being a highly cultivated deity, he would have to turn a blind eye, look the other way and forgive their fowl devouring madness. But in honor of his fellow fallen and stuffed bird spirits, he would drink more peach wine than usual and give thanks that nobody had shoved anything inside his body before eating him like a turkey or chicken.
Namaste. Happy holidays to those who celebrate “Thanksgiving.” May your festive day be abundant with family, cheer, and taking time to be thankful for all you have.
“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn’t learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn’t learn a little, at least we didn’t get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn’t die; so, let us all be thankful.” ~Buddha