Food of the Gods

Mari and I just came back from dinner out. We dined with 3 others. One of them was quite small, cute and wriggly. The other 2 were much bigger, not as cute, and decidely less wriggly. They had their hands full stopping the small, cute, wriggly one from grasping everything in sight.

They must be messengers of the gods, for they passed unto me (and only me) these…



…with strict instructions that I, and only I, am to eat them. Not anyone whom should be living in the same house as me, nor anyone who should happen to visit me, nor anyone I know or not know, in this life or any previous or future lives.

Just me. I’m to eat the lot.