I came from a land of chicken eaters. Impish, pale little creatures that were obsessed with chicken. I wanted beef, which was available, but it was expensive and no one else really wanted it. It was time for a change. I decided to go to the land where beef was plentiful, where I could be free.
When I arrived I had to go through several tests. All of these involved eating beef. Chicken was involved at one stage but I turned it away. It turned out that that was the correct answer and I passed the test with flying colours. I got a warm welcome into the country.
I may have overdone it on my first beef dinner. I ate like I never had food before in my life. I was served by a waitress whose maternal instincts kicked in when she saw me eat. We got talking, we got dating and she became my girlfriend.
Eventually I went home but I had her with me. She found the land of chicken eaters a weird place, so she made our home as beefy as possible and I was there for her. She was there for me too and we established a beef community in this chicken dominated land.
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