When eating road kill was the fashion.
THE BUTCHERCRATIC OATH.
There was not a mark, it had died in vain, I looked, but the poor thing was dead. A big beautiful beast, had been alive just minutes before. I lifted him, lugged him into the boot of my car.
Laura was cooking dinner. It smelled delicious. ‘Beef bourgeoning darling.’ After dinner I took her out opened the boot. ‘God Angus, what are you doing with him?’ She gasped! ‘We’ll place him in our large Freezer.’
After watching a TV program about road kill. I asked Laura. ‘Could you eat Mr Fox?’ ‘Absolutely not.’
Next day I removed him from the Freezer. I thought about the program. Decided to take him to our butcher. ‘Hi Sam can I show you something?’ I opened the boot of my car. Sam asked? ’Do you want him butchered. It’s all the rage son.’ He laughed.
I made him promise not to say anything to Laura. ‘Sure Angus I’ll sign the butchercratic oath.’ He bellowed.
We served Mr Fox at several dinners. Laura never knew and Sam kept the butchercratic oath.
I’m glad Mr Fox didn’t die in vain. No more road kill.
Out driving I saw it. ‘What is that? Mmm a dead body?’