The blurry eyed man in peasant clothing wanders back in from inspecting the barbecue pit - the coals are almost at the perfect stage.

Did anyone know there's some guy out back being buried in the compost heap by the faeries?

He returns to pondering just what he should barbecue for the big solstice celebration. Hippo was for Christmas; and he did the roc for thanksgiving. Manatee? no - the Dutch would surely object...