Is That Mad?

A man comes back with an egg on his head, and the parson he gives it to is like, will my folk and tribe get to eat the eggs? Here we are on this tiny island, lads, all the food is gone. And they're mine. And the ma has decided it. A lot's at stake. It wasn't a competition of prowess. The best swimmer didn't win. It wasn't the most athletic person that won. The mane chose this winner. And we can't folk with it, cause a lot is at stake. But we almust have a tradition that's similar enough to the birdman tradition.