After breaking up the latest cockfight which the Treasurer held in societal HQ (this is not _not_ NOT an attempt at an innuendo: he really does this with unspeakable frequency) I was covered with worrisome scratches. I went to the kitchen to borrow the Belgian's iodine and found him already extracting the gibbets from the dead birds. Having learned the basics of fishing from the President the Belgian had miscalculated the potential effectiveness of transferring the trick to land animals. He had been raving for some time about the chance of catching a pig with a chicken and then catching a cow with the pig. Cows obviously retain significant value in his Wallonian homeland, where, as anyone with half a wit knows, the cock is utterly ineffective; as useless as measuring viscosity in Hz. As he