The islanders’ lives changed forever when the French DC-3 crashed on the northern end of their lonely atoll. Within hours, they had removed everything edible from the smoldering wreckage.
Not even the oldest among them could remember such bounty... such rich, exotic foods. Surely the plane and its contents were gifts from the gods!
The islanders set to work building airplanes of palm fronds, filling them with ersatz snail shells carved from the local coconuts. But alas, no more delicious French food came from the skies.
Perhaps this Escargot Cult business was not what it was cracked up to be.
Not even the oldest among them could remember such bounty... such rich, exotic foods. Surely the plane and its contents were gifts from the gods!
The islanders set to work building airplanes of palm fronds, filling them with ersatz snail shells carved from the local coconuts. But alas, no more delicious French food came from the skies.
Perhaps this Escargot Cult business was not what it was cracked up to be.
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