Today is a very special day at The Cutter Rambles. What’s that? You said that EVERY day is a special day at The Cutter Rambles? Well, that’s very kind of you. And accurate. But today is going to be even specialer than most.
Why is today so special? Because I have a special guest poster. You may know her from her very special blog. (Longtime readers may recall when I wrote a special guest post there!) She’s poignant, she’s funny, and although I’m not entirely sure, I think she’s actually some sort of special human/dinosaur hybrid. (Note: I’m not sure why I’m using the word special so much today.)
Unless you’re new to the blogosphere or just a little slow on the uptake, you’ve probably figured out that today’s guest poster is Rara!
As I wrote about my daughter’s turkey dress yesterday, I began to wonder about something. (Note: This is a bit of a fabrication. I actually asked Rara this question a couple of weeks ago. The fact that I’m posting it the day after discussing a turkey dress is merely a happy coincidence.) Since she may or may not be part dinosaur, I figured that Rara would be the perfect person to help me figure it out.
The holiday season often sees humans consume birds such as chicken and turkey for the main part of the meal. How would dinosaurs react to seeing their descendants treated in such a manner?
I think when someone is asking such hard-hitting questions, you have to be prepared to source your answers straight back to the wisest experts you can dig up. Since this whole thing is about birds, I decided to consult the smartest Raven I know and come up with seven distinct possible reactions.
Possibility 1 : Yum!
The truth is that larger dinosaurs ate smaller dinosaurs all the live long day. If a T-rex was intermixed within our cultural community, it’s possible that he’d join us for our feasting.
Possibility 2 : Gross!
I can only imagine that there’s something truly disturbing about watching your great-great-great-great-grandchildren turned into a roasted cultural tradition. It’s gross on a level that cannot be explained.
Possibility 3 : How Rude!
If you think you can just mess with a T-Rex ancestor and not anger the beast, well, you are probably entirely wrong.
Possibility 5 : WTF!
I don’t know how I’d react to finding out that my ancestors had become chickens. No offense to chickens, of course, but I can’t imagine how that conversation would unfold.
Possibility 6 : Ow!
My guess is that we’re probably not designed to consume our own ancestors without a problem. I’m thinking there’d be swelling and rashes aplenty.
Possibility 7 : Peace, friends!
I think dinosaurs would have quite a lot to say about this issue, actually. I have a feeling they’d be peace activists for their feathered friends. They would write into Better Homes and Gardens and ask why we have to commemorate expressions of world peace and salvation with dead life forms. They would ask us all to reconsider the necessity of death in our celebratory fair. They would suggest ask why we feel the need to distinguish ourselves from other life forms with such finality– to the point that we’re unable to see the spectacular beauty of the beasts we’ve slain.
And that’s a message we could all stand to hear not only during the holiday season, but every day really.
You’re all beautiful– but be honest, if you were transported into the future, would you eat your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandchild if it was part of that culture’s ceremonial celebrations?
Well that was even more special than I could have ever imagined! Thanks to Rara for sharing. Make sure to head on over to her place for even more brilliance!
Here are a few highlights: