We all attended a christening last weekend in the illustrious, romantic and fabled township of Schleiz. That's somewhere southwest of Jena, lost in the mists of Middle Germany, surrounded by imposing oak trees, an idyll of respite and wonder in the midst of fairytale landscapes. Something like that.
Here, Finlay met his new little friend Gregor, who was magically converted from a heathen into a saved soul by the Dark Priestess of Dragonlore. Was Finlay ever relieved! Actually, he slept through everything, until the organ woke him up. Then he shouted at the organ for a bit. Gregor also behaved well, christening himself immediately after having the water (or was it Sprite?) sprinkled on him.
Here is a photo of the pre-christening breakfast with Gregor (note that Gregor is eating the entrails of a freshly-slaughtered goat, as befits a heathen) and Gregor after the christening, subdued, contemplative, saved!
PS: Thought for the weekend: If you eat mix so-called "Babykeksbrei" (pablum/infant mush made with baby cookies, which resemble animal crackers) with beer in the right amounts, you end up with something almost exactly like Bananenweizen (wheat beer with banana juice).
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