The bright is slowly getting back to the big baby duck longest day, the day they are all grown up and become smashed for the first time. It's a tradition going back to the day of Baba Yaga and the very first egg. Until the long bright day comes the babies are not allowed to munch on the special curly underweed, it's only when they become of age can they indulge in this head enhancing treat. Any earlier and their little brainies would melt and they'd start acting like gooses. That would never do.
Can you find me mate, Hamlet Winkle the four hundred and seventh, the Robin in this pic? He's the bird that rules Sniggs, the one who's teaching me how to twerp properly. Don't get me started on bird names, man that's some weird tradition. He likes pizza too.
