Had to eat one once – they are only
used as meals for visiting explorers, and I didn't want to be rude, despite the
breathtakingly foul flavour.
Leaner and squatter than its effeminate cousin,
the flamingo – the vulture stinks to high heaven. Good God.
The smell is akin to a rotting
socialist, although noticed far sooner and considerably more affecting. Its
dung defies description, and for that, dear reader, be thankful.
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