Dad's first day here we had to go to a wedding in a little village out by the factory. He fell in love with the flower girls of course, and the feeling was mutual, though they were so shy. I would post a picture of the special chickens they had cooked just for us, but it would be a little too graphic for a family blog. Dad sang "Fa ra ra ra ra" with his, but nobody got it. Mine had a tail. Not feathers, but a tail. I wish I could explain, but... there you go. I didn't eat the tail.
A Sri Lankan Wedding
Dad's first day here we had to go to a wedding in a little village out by the factory. He fell in love with the flower girls of course, and the feeling was mutual, though they were so shy. I would post a picture of the special chickens they had cooked just for us, but it would be a little too graphic for a family blog. Dad sang "Fa ra ra ra ra" with his, but nobody got it. Mine had a tail. Not feathers, but a tail. I wish I could explain, but... there you go. I didn't eat the tail.
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