Stavanger Bay If it wiggles and it jiggles and it says boo

The knight looked up, listening to the Lady Thistle Cloud as she explained the meaning of this celebration. To worship the gods and those they had lost. He worshipped no gods, or spirits. And those that he had lost he had stopped mourning a long time ago. So instead of doing that, the knight turned to the young black female who had spoke louder than the rest. "I could spin a few tales, young lady."