Gluttony: one of the Seven Deadly Sins
October 23 2002 at 11:00 AM |
Harbinger of Death
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Calico and Exalis watched Survivor with apathy. “They haven’t even made them eat anything gross yet,” Calico complained.
“They bought a bowl of grubs at the auction,” Exalis reminded her.
“But they weren’t forced to eat them.”
“But two of them did.”
“But that’s just because they’re dumb. They didn’t even puke.”
“Good point.”
“So would you?”
“Would I what?”
“Eat bugs and stuff.”
“For a million dollars? Heck yeah.”
WHOOOOSH.
“Well, this is an odd turn of events.” Calico blinked her eyes and hopped along the branch she was perched on.
“I know. So many birds this year.”
“Well, I’m not going to just sit here and wait for something to gobble me up.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m leaving!” Calico took off, and Exalis followed. They were flying aimlessly, trying to spot a hiding place, when they saw a dozen or more butterflies below. Their tummies growled.
“I’m hungry,” Exalis said. “This sounds weird, but those things look really good.”
“They do, don’t they? And wouldn’t it be nice to eat instead of being eaten?”
“Maybe if we turn the tables we’ll escape whatever doom awaits us.”
“It’s worth a shot! Let’s go!”
The two feathered Debs dove and chomped on the bright orange and black butterflies. They ate as many as they could catch, and with gusto, for to a bird’s palate they were tasty, and they had added incentive of hopes of finding a loophole in Harbinger’s plans.
There were no butterflies remaining when the two were through, and they sat back with full bellies. “Ohhh,” moaned Exalis. “I don’t feel so good.”
“Me neither,” said Calico. “I think we ate too many.”
“I think it’s worse than that.” Exalis gasped in pain. “I think we’ve been poisoned.”
“Ow! Ow!” Shortly two cold birds fell to the ground, legs in the air. For they could not know that monarch butterflies are toxic to birds and will be fatal when eaten in such quantity.
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