Hungry Like a Wolf

The other day Annie and I were downtown in the car. We were both famished so I got us some roast chicken from the deli and we ate it while double-parked on 73rd Street.

Annie: "Is that blood on the chicken?"

Me: "No."

Annie: "Are you SURE?"

Me: "Yes, I'm sure, it's just the grease."

We continued to eat in silence.

Annie: "Who first thought of killing animals to eat them?"

Me: "I don't know, but could we not talk about killing animals while we're eating animals?"

Annie: ”Okay, okay!"

More silence, more eating.

Annie: "I feel like a wolf who's just broken into a barn and who's killed a chicken."

Me: "Annie, please!"

Long pause, more eating.

Annie: "Mmmmm... I'm in heaven. And apparently so is the chicken!"