I love to see the dumb villager archetype alive and well.
“Me fink I knows wot it was, m’lord, and me likes to ‘ave a go at it… Roight… So at first me fought it the chickens got their feathers in the sky, like… Too many chickens peckin’ about and insultatin’ the air like as makes me pillow warm, see… But den we gets to to really finkin’, and I looks to me mate, see… And I says to me mate… It it’s not the chickens up flyin’ about, and it’s not the work a wizards, like… Wot if it’s all the junk like wot they’ve been puttin’ up in the sky, like? Dat’s wot it is, m’lord… The sky treasures.”