Thursday, May 22, 2008

Anybody down for ribs?

The butcher smiled slightly as he reached for his cleaver. It was
beautiful. The blade and handle were balanced perfectly, and with a
weight just over five pounds it had just the perfect heft to it. He
had sharpened it maybe five minutes ago, and the edge sparkled. The
side of ribs on the counter called to the cleaver. They wanted, no
needed to be one with each other, he told himself. A slight grin crept
onto his face as he said, "Nice to meat you!" He laughed. He laughed
so much he wet himself. Several minutes passed before he could regain
control of his body. Once he did he brought the cleaver up, giggled
slightly, and the cleaver came down with a solid thwack!


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