Having divested myself of all shiney objects and pictures of food items on my clothing, I walked back into the Kash Bowl. People were still having some conflict with the bird, so I applied some of my advanced knowledge of them. Pardon me, my friends. I have noticed from my experience on the ostrich ranch, that like most birds, ostriches have bad night vision. If we put out the candles and lamps, he will have no choice but to go to sleep. We can tie him to something out of pecking-distance from the bar, and resume our affairs. It shouldn't be dark for too long. Apil and some of the others began blowing out wicks of all sorts, and gradually, the place went dark. Oof, oh, pardon me.......Sorry......Oh, who is this?....... Are you male or female? Oh....sorry again.