It's a custom from the old country. Each year on your birthday for luck you stick your hand down to throat of a big chicken all the way into his or her stomach. Once down there make a fist cupping as much of the stomach contents as possible. Pull back out and display contents of fist to the handiest tribal elder. That's usually me. I ponder what you have in your grasp and read your fortune. It's kind of like the I Ching and a tarot card reading all rolled into one without the occult and pagan sensibilities. No chickens are ever harmed in the process.
What did I read for Ali? She's going to have a happy birthday!
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