Skido had never bought a Ram in all his life. Each Christmas he watched with envy how his neighbours slit the throats of animals in preparation for the great feast. Such was his embarrassment at only being able to afford a mere chicken that he yearly insisted on frozen parts of poultry for his family. ‘How can I look the neighbours in the face if I sharpen my knife to kill a mere chicken while they kill baby elephants, tuffia!’ he thought to himself.