Beltane

The village gathered in the town hall last night to make a decision on whether we should carry on with the human sacrifice at Beltane. I argued that we could not risk abandoning our traditions; our strength as a community is based on the little things which set us apart from modern society. I pointed out what had happened to the Loughbaxters, a group further up river. They set up in 1980 and ran a show very similar to our own until eight years ago when they substituted a goat into the sacrificial ceremony. Ten months later they were scattered, blown like dust and ashes in the wind.
My point was well received and we voted unaminously to slit Georges throat this year.