Hard to believe…
On the farm we had a worker name of Given. I don’t know who he was born as, but of course everyone called him Thanks.
Old Thanks was poorly even as a young field hand. I think we hired him because no one else would work as cheap.
Ma’am fed all the field hands mid day, and once when nobody was looking Thanks slipped a dead frog into a canning jar of pickles, undiscovered for a year.
Customers and other visitors to the farm used to talk about how polite our family was.
I can remember thanking the Lord for him once a year…
P.S. That’s an Aye Aye — see Google