Thursday, March 19, 2009

The Blue, I think...


“The meat’s off,” said Julie, holding it at arms length. “I told you not to take it out of the freezer until we needed it.”

“It does pong a bit,” said Jasfoup. “It’s not my fault we had a takeaway on Sunday instead of a roast.”

“What shall I do with it?”

“Give it Felicia,” said Jasfoup. “A werewolf is a sort of dog and dogs would eat anything up to and including vomit.”

“I would not!” said Felicia, her face a mask of utter disgust. Her brow smoothed as she reconsidered. “Not unless it was something really tasty, anyway.”

3 comments:

stephanie said...

*laughs* Well, so long as she knows what she's getting there's really no foul.

aims said...

Such is the life of the loup garou.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Hehe!
Thank you ladies!