Day 205: The Talking Spoon

Last evening, around the hour of the evening feast, I had the great fortune of witnessing a custom adopted by this tribe and, I’m surmising, many others.  This tribal custom involves a spoon, often oversized and wooden whereby the native in possession of said spoon is granted the ability to speak freely.  The natives in this tribe utilize this custom frequently; however, the episode I shall now describe involves the youngest native, Wednesday.

The evening opportunity for sustenance is often shrouded in mystery in that very little is known of what the meal shall consist of.  Often times, great periods of time have passed before determining what shall be consumed and when.  The tribal offerings for the feast are varied and often can consist of remainders of meals that have been previously consumed, a dough, tomato sauce and cheese baked flat bread meal and those items that are usually consumed during the first meal of the day – eggs, bread and bacon.  The meal on this particular evening, at this particular time, was the latter – eggs, scrambled with cheese, bread toasted and bacon.  Bacon is, for all intents and purposes, its own food group and needs no invitation to be consumed with any feast.  However, I digress.

Whilst preparing said meal, the tribal leader and I had seated Wednesday in her adjustable seating apparatus at the communal eating surface.  Having provided sustenance for the native previously, it became necessary that she be provided with an object to hold her amusement.  My first inclination was to provide the native with a spoon; an object that the boisterous native is rather fond of.  Grabbing the nearest spoon to her proximity, the tribal leader handed to Wednesday a large wooden spoon, approximately twelve inches in length.

Receiving the gift from the tribal leader, Wednesday’s eyes grew wide with excitement.  What followed next were a series of loud and often ear-piercing shrill and squeals – familiar noises to be emitted from the native.  She carried on for several minutes, wildly exclaiming and waving the spoon around like the magic wand of a wizard or warlock, making her will known to all in earshot.  The native appeared to be possessed, perhaps by the possession of the powers of the spoon, because moments earlier, the native was much less animated than her current state of being.  Indeed, the spoon in Wednesday’s hand was of great importance.  The spoon itself bears no magical or even spiritual significance.  Moreover, it has no specific or special properties whereby the holder is endued with the powers of wizardry, yet it still bears some tribal or cultural significance.  The conclusion to my observations is thus: the spoon in question allows the holder, in this tribe and culture, to speak freely and at great length.  It is a symbol of authority whereby all may know its significance.  The natives learn this custom early in this culture, perhaps to able to respect the bearer of the Talking Spoon whilst in possession of it.  Pictured below is Wednesday with a spoon, of smaller size and different color.  Perhaps, to Wednesday, it matters not the size of the spoon, but how it is used.  I hope to continue more observation of this custom as the natives develop.

Whilst all of this activity from Wednesday was occurring, Tuesday was rampaging between rooms in the tribal abode, perhaps to undermine her young siblings power and authority at that moment.  She did not attempt to disarm Wednesday of her spoon and, in fact, steered her activity far beyond her.  Perhaps she was unsure if Wednesday would convert her into a small animal or other insignificant creature.

I hope to witness more customs in this tribal culture.  The arrival of the strange old man in the red suit is but four days hence and I can already surmise that his arrival will bring much excitement and activity about the tribal abode.


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