Skute came trundling into camp last night with a bucket of fried chicken that somebody had given him. We all ate pretty well. That is not to say that any of us ever really go hungry – it’s just that we don’t get buckets of chicken very often, and we appreciated it very much.

Enon pointed out that they don’t call it “Kentucky Fried Chicken” any more, that the name had been shortened to “KFC” at some point in the past. None of us were sure of how long ago that happened. I told them that the reason for the name change was because the State of Kentucky went to court and essentially “trade-marked” their name, then went about filing lawsuits against anybody who was using “Kentucky” in their own business names, demanding royalties from various entities such as everybody’s favorite old Colonel Sanders and his chicken empire.

There was some discussion about this, since nobody really believed me when I had told them what had happened. We all tried to brainstorm other examples of name changes in the aftermath of the Kentucky lawsuits. The only other one we could come up with out of hand was the Kentucky Derby. Its name has been changed to “The Run For The Roses”.

“Ohh,” Kite said, as this all suddenly came to light. “That’s what happened to the horse race.”

Enon was still skeptical about the Kentucky thing, but he decided he would check it out for himself rather than try and argue against it.

“You know,” Kite said, munching on a chicken wing that had been dipped in mashed potatoes and brown gravy, “I used to be an equestrian.”

“No kidding,” replied Skute. “I used to be a Pentecostal. I think I still am, but I haven’t been to chur,…” I thwacked his ear with a flick of my middle finger. It turned bright red very quickly. He held his palm against it and cowered away from me so I was out of easy reach.

“Owww,” he whined.

“Huk”, said Kite. “What kind of animals do Pentecostals ride?”

“You don’t want to know,” Enon told her. She looked at him questioningly with round lips and eyes, then shrugged her shoulders and went back to eating her chicken and potatoes and gravy.