What's for dinner?

I was hanging out at home on a Sunday afternoon when I get a knock at the door by some of the kids on the mission. It was anything but normal when I opened the door to two of the kids standing over a half alive crane. As if this startling sight wasn't enough, the two kids told me this was a 'gift' from some people on the mission. 'A gift,' I repeated. 'What kind of gift?', but already I knew the answer. The universal sign of patting the belly and smiling told me this was meant to be dinner.
To the best of my ability I tried to explain that I don't really eat crane though it was a great gift. After cleaning a fish in front of the kids, trying to explain that I don't eat meat would have been impossible. I really tried to hide my disagreement about having the bird in the first place especially after seeing how strangely sick it seemed. God knows if they ate it instead.