 So I tipped that pasture pastry up on edge and I started rolling it down toward the old cook car. I got it down there and leaned it up against the side and I climbed up in the cook car and I baked up a hell of a big pie shell. And I baked that moose turd in it as slick as you please. And I crimped the edges with my thumbs and laid strips of dough across it and garnished it with a sprig of parsley, a little paprika,