Cone Man's Day of Weeping Water

The Day of Weeping Water was a public holiday for the men and women of Cone Man's All Black Tribe. The All Black Tribe was a strange entity, he cone-sidered. The white section of the tribe originated on a group of islands located somewhere above the Equator, and for a thousand years before the Great Oathtaking of Weeping Water, had been composed of warring tribes that happily massacred each other at places with strange names like Hastings, Bosworth Field, Marston Moor and Drogheda. The brown section of the tribe also originated from islands far away, and had likewise been composed of warring tribes that continued to fight each other for over 30 years after the Great Oathtaking of Weeping Water. The chieftain Hobson had boldly declared "We are all one people" but the "one people" had boldly and frequently ignored this declaration.

Remarkably enough, despite their disparate nature and divisive proclivities, the many tribes occasionally managed to act as one people - defending the land of the All Black Tribe from foreign invaders, and even more so in supporting the All Blacks in their perennial battles with the warriors of tribes who did not recognise the All Black god, the worst of these being the Wallaby Tribe and the Springbok Tribe.

Cone Man thanked the god of Cone Man for this respite from his normal Wodin's Day work, but he was not idle, and indeed focussed on the performance of a noble and sacred project. He had filled every available space in his existing cone box and set about doubling the size of his cone box - so that he could continue to collect cones. His humble mortgage holding covered 501 square metres and he could store up to a hundred metric tonnes of cones on this area if he could gather that many. "Is there a problem here?" he mused.