Wednesday, 13 November 2013

The Vulture

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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