And so the call goes out: nail the stuffed animals to the telephone polls. From the ground to the sky, all sides, all shapes, all colors. And then bring the rains. Let them sag and soak and mildew. Let them shift and blend and deform and hang in ways unnatural to civilized men. Let this happen in front of the children.
And when the sparrows sing and the sky clears and the earth is calm, there they will be as reminder of our victory.
This we pray.