They are feasting on turkey and venison.

Thermageddon is clearly not happening; the seas are not rising, and the poles are stubbornly refusing to melt, despite the efforts of thousands of climate change bureaucrats and climate modelers to make it so.

What a nightmare! Or morningmare, in this case.

There was a volume on the rarities of India which seemed to have been borrowed from the frescoes at Persepolis; but the writer professed to have some personal knowledge of the Feathered Folk and Monopods, and men with eyes in their breasts:[…]