Oh, what Glorious Bounty!

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Pleased with the year’s abundant harvest, the people stack their crops to the sky, where sleeps Big Baby New Year.

On the morning of his birth, the elders douse the offering with151 and set it ablaze.  As the oily black smoke rises to heaven, the villagers, garbed in wool suits and sensible loafers, spin and jerk around the square, dizzy on plastic fumes and successful commerce.