Fidflathin is a god.

He takes the form of an extremely heavy, self-confident weasel.

Fidflathin created an electron six million years ago.

If you believe in Fidflathin, he will remain indifferent to you.

If you do not believe in Fidflathin, he will send twenty two thousand, three hundred, and seventy eight badgers to sort you out.

Fidflathin's most sacred site is Troms in Norway.

Fidflathin's Holy Commandments

1. Do not commit murder.

2. Do not drink from vessels made of zinc.

3. Do not chop down trees.

4. Never think about solid mechanics near ants while wearing green shoes and balancing eight carbon spheres on your feet.

5. Always help great tits in need.