According to Moonalice legend, today be International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Arrrrrrr. We strapped on our peg legs, adjusted our eye patches, and made our scurvy way to the Fox. As it happens, we hear Fox be good eatin', arrrrr. This be a high holy day fer the tribe, bein' as how we all be descended from pirate stock. Darwin claimed we be descended from apes. His followers believe that 95% common DNA be evidence of the same. Nonsense. We members of the tribe maintain a different view. Given that we share 99.9% of DNA with Pirates, obviously it be from such scalleywag stock that we come. Raise yer pipes to our pirate ancestors! Shiver me timbers!!! Arrrr . . .

According to Moonalice legend, this area was once home to a tough matriarch named Big Fox Moonalice. She presided here long ago, ensuring that the tribe grew fine hemp and played the lowest of tones. But Big Fox is best known today as the grandmother of the hellion next door, Little Fox Moonalice. Time does not permit me to say much about Little Fox - you can find it in the Legend - exception to say that from the day of her birth, she made life hell for everyone around her. Big Fox couldn't stand it, left town, and lived out her days eating hemp brownies and snoring loudly.