To tell this one, we have to go way back, To the time of the huge godzilla turkeys. They were massive, huge creatures Taller than trees Talons the size of, well, of regular-sized turkeys and a rooster-cocka-doodle-doo that'll blow your eardrums.
The king of these turkeys once enslaved a tribe of ninjas. A war followed, consuming the peoples of the plains, the trees, and the mountains.
The bison population has never fully recovered. (For the bison is a common treat for massive godzilla turkeys.)
Every year, on the third Thursday of the Harvest Month, we remember.
I don't get Labor Day. The toil of man, To be celebrated with free parking
"hey everyone,
on account of all the work Man has decided to put in,
the universe isn't giving out parking tickets on monday
so go ahead and park where you please, i'm sure it'll be alright
and if you're in the city - just go ahead and take the whole week off
it's 2022 and we're all still getting a hold of the future"
until the AI sunset sets in,
we're bruise-cruising into the enlightment's afterglow
take a deep breath, and the rest is history
b/c i don't know if their open on sunday"