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.”