In which the esteemed John Christopher Kringle is far less concerned with the lyric interpretation than the method by which it might have been communicated, in the ancient days before mankind left their planet.
In which John Christopher Kringle finds a way to explain the peculiar offer of this day in a definitively reasonable way.
In which the credential Professor of Ancient Archeoliterature admits to not feeling quite right for today’s lesson, probably a derivative of poor sleep.
In which John Christopher Kringle expounds upon the theory that none of these birds are real.
In which John Christopher Kringle has to make a decision about which theory to present, and chooses to defy convention.