A load of hooey

I wish Vata would quit nattering on about Névazhíno this and Névazhíno that. That God of Animals is really starting to get on my nerves. Vata thinks He will cure her boils, if she just sacrifices a chicken to Him! And of course I'll go fetch the chicken for her, because I'm a good little devotee (to my wife, to my god, whatever), and I'll play along. But it's all a load of hooey.