Kaze
02-17-2007, 10:01 PM
About chocolate. I'd say more but I'm too tired right now.P
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The aroma innocently waltzing around in the air was slowly inebriating him, tempting to him to walk right down to the fire, passed his companion, and take a bite. For a moment he considered it. He pictured holding a piece of juicy meat, still hot, and then biting into it and feeling that unforgettable flavour of muscle and blood. Ever felt like that? That proves how close we humans are to animals. Not like we ever deny it. We just pretend to be superior beings, and then we eat our salads and fancy foods, even while trying meat we still have an innocent look on us. Have you ever felt so hungry that you just bit into something? Like when you eat an apple, and you just rip off one huge chunk of it with your teeth, feeling the juice splurging around, on your hands, your face; it’s like eating raw meat, only not as sweet. Our instincts have never been so dormant.
“Hey, Bill,” he said, while eyeing the hare cooking over the flame. “How much till it’s done?”
Bill turned around with a fatigued look on his face. He shrugged. His companion sighed and went back to staring at the fire. After a while, he spoke again.
“Maybe…uh…maybe we should t-taste it, eh?”
Bill looked at him like he didn’t really care, then he turned around as if he hadn’t heard him.
“You know, that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” he eventually said with a tired voice, just as his friend was giving up hope for an answer. “Take out your pocket knife Jimmy.”
With a glow on his face Jimmy reached into his boot and took out the knife, then, smiling nervously, he crawled down to the fire, just over the roasting body of the animal they had captured earlier that afternoon, then, with a slightly trembling hand, he carved two pieces of flesh off the hare’s back. One, he swallowed eagerly, making sure to savour it as long as he could; and the other he passed it to Bill, who also ate his immediately.
“So, how was it?” he asked, a slight ring of satisfaction in his voice.
Jimmy looked at him as if he were in heaven. “Gosh, Bill, I don’t think I ever tasted something as good as this.” He looked like he wasn’t exaggerating.
“Just to show you, things taste better when you make them yourself.”
“Yeah, I guess, so, d’you think it’s ready?”
Bill took a few moments to think, and then he said: “Dig in.”
Jimmy immediately took the hare from over the fire, and laid it aside, after which he began to cut it into smaller pieces. After he was done, he called Bill and began eating his share, but Bill just shook his head and stood where he was.
“Hey, Bill, come on, don’t you wanna eat?
“Truth be told I’d rather have something else.”
“Like what?
“Chocolate.”
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The aroma innocently waltzing around in the air was slowly inebriating him, tempting to him to walk right down to the fire, passed his companion, and take a bite. For a moment he considered it. He pictured holding a piece of juicy meat, still hot, and then biting into it and feeling that unforgettable flavour of muscle and blood. Ever felt like that? That proves how close we humans are to animals. Not like we ever deny it. We just pretend to be superior beings, and then we eat our salads and fancy foods, even while trying meat we still have an innocent look on us. Have you ever felt so hungry that you just bit into something? Like when you eat an apple, and you just rip off one huge chunk of it with your teeth, feeling the juice splurging around, on your hands, your face; it’s like eating raw meat, only not as sweet. Our instincts have never been so dormant.
“Hey, Bill,” he said, while eyeing the hare cooking over the flame. “How much till it’s done?”
Bill turned around with a fatigued look on his face. He shrugged. His companion sighed and went back to staring at the fire. After a while, he spoke again.
“Maybe…uh…maybe we should t-taste it, eh?”
Bill looked at him like he didn’t really care, then he turned around as if he hadn’t heard him.
“You know, that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day,” he eventually said with a tired voice, just as his friend was giving up hope for an answer. “Take out your pocket knife Jimmy.”
With a glow on his face Jimmy reached into his boot and took out the knife, then, smiling nervously, he crawled down to the fire, just over the roasting body of the animal they had captured earlier that afternoon, then, with a slightly trembling hand, he carved two pieces of flesh off the hare’s back. One, he swallowed eagerly, making sure to savour it as long as he could; and the other he passed it to Bill, who also ate his immediately.
“So, how was it?” he asked, a slight ring of satisfaction in his voice.
Jimmy looked at him as if he were in heaven. “Gosh, Bill, I don’t think I ever tasted something as good as this.” He looked like he wasn’t exaggerating.
“Just to show you, things taste better when you make them yourself.”
“Yeah, I guess, so, d’you think it’s ready?”
Bill took a few moments to think, and then he said: “Dig in.”
Jimmy immediately took the hare from over the fire, and laid it aside, after which he began to cut it into smaller pieces. After he was done, he called Bill and began eating his share, but Bill just shook his head and stood where he was.
“Hey, Bill, come on, don’t you wanna eat?
“Truth be told I’d rather have something else.”
“Like what?
“Chocolate.”