Plate of Shrimp.
Here we are folks, the dream we all dream of.
While I was backpacking through the wilds of Romania, I ran across a camp of Gypsies. Several grizzled woman were gathered around a sawn off stump playing this. At the time, I'd heard about the game, but hadn't seen it in action. I was immediately enamoured by the adorable pieces that they were using. Because all of the pieces were in play, I couldn't get a great look at them.
As the sun set, I realized I'd been staring at the game for 7 hours. Cognizance return to me and I was compelled to snatch one of the adorable brown figurines from off the board. It was soft and warm in my hands and it's little muzzle turned to face me. I tried to drop the piece, but it was grasping my hand far too tightly.
I screamed "WHAT IS IT?!"
And the eldest woman playing croaked out as the playing piece mouthed along, "It is dog fetus."
I awoke in an alleyway on the streets of Bucharest naked and alone.