May I just mention, the exquisite Arran Brindle, the succulent flavour of which has to be tasted to believed, It has been passed down since time immemorial that King Somerled, before his downfall, was an avid breeder of the wee beloved beastie and one day he stumbled across a couple mating one day by the side of a burn. The pair were a Blue Double-Ringed Skye cock (as usual, bearing the one testes) and a blushing wee Large-Lipped Ecclefechan hen. The pairing of this couple produced a strain of the most delicate nature and sweet-tasting meat, never to be wasted on unbelievers of the existence of our National Beast - which is just as well, as it means more for us Jocks.
**Did you know, the finest Haggis are those fed on the heather of Scottish battlefields as it is lore that the blood-soaked earth produces the finest growth to nourish our herds? Aye.