Recently we visited a village. We sat under a tall tree in the blazing heat....It was going pretty great.
Until a crow decided to poop on me not once but twice! Given the rampant superstition of most village Indians, I'm sure they were thinking something like this: "The gods just pooped on this guy twice, there's no way I'm listening to what he has to say." (Here are some of our helpful friends using a water bottle to wash off the poop bomb.)
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