Has me on the menu for dinner tonight because the original entree just happened to be ovulating... ripe for the breeding not the feeding. She has me restrained so that I can't escape while she is out picking up a nice bottle of Chianti to go with the meal. She is careless and leaves her laptop on the kitchen counter so I sneak a Skype call in to Pa... at his work before she cooks me on the spit. I am not supposed to have feelings for him, nor is he to have feelings for me.. but we all know that I am his favorite. However, I am just bred and fed to be eaten like a farm pig raised for slaughter and when there was a need for substance, I was ready and willing to offer my scrawny bones to be basted to perfection. The flavor of the meat is very important.
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