The moon rode high and bright over Turkey one night last week as Islam downed its evening meal. The peasants in the little villages finished their last prostrations toward Mecca, and went out for a breath of the sharp night. Suddenly someone bit a piece out of the moon. The peasants knew instantly what that meant.
Satan disguised as a dragon had fallen upon the moon and was determined to devour it entire. The Turks ran indoors, got their rifles, ran out again. As fast as they could load & fire, they shot...
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