Food Stuff

When of food we did talk she would balk of course to feed on horse and quail at tasting snail but who knew squirrel stew was taboo and don't you know altho' I'd never cadge a badger eating crow was a no-no thus dining out was an ordeal for there's no knowing what could be our meal as going hungry is not fun when it came to the crunch I've had ants bat and snake for lunch
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