Oh, it's cheezy! Rumour has it that, at the height of the canola blossoming time, particularly when the moon is new, as it is now, whole farm families gather, zombie-like, dancing naked in the yellow fields, chanting ancient canola shanties, spilling blood and diesel in a frenzied sacrifice to Cana, the goddess of the oil.
Thank god for the darkness. Thank god for my early bedtime. Thank god for the dead batteries in my digi-cam!