And so the 'Culinary Bovine Poultry Swine Fest' - the CBPSF - was happening again, as it does on the 17th weekend of the year, every year,
and miss Larna Codface was exceedingly nauseated at the mear sight of the sign.
"How can you people consume a formerly live creature like that?!" she squealed to a nearby crowd of enthusiasts, 'those animals had liiiives like you and I!'
But the crowd seemed too busy chowing down on their beef taco's and ham sandwiches to bother with rebuttal, so much so that they all appeared to be scuffling around on top of one another to get to the meat stands for more. Like pigs around a trough.
And so Larna abruptly turned her Codface and went home, the long way, with the resentful smell of torn flesh clinging to her autumn dress.
On approach to the door to her home, a carrot welcomed her as broccoli lounged on the couch and a mushroom exited the bathroom saying, "Everyone. I suggest avoiding the loo for at LEAST the next half hour." Some bugs began screaming under broccoli's sprouts and the bacteria on carrots skin ran circles in the excitement. Larna never ate again.
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