I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...
He sank what teeth he had into the warm juicy flesh. Blood glistened on his ruddy skin. His sister played it perfectly, ran up behind him and hit him with her bag.
‘You’ve contaminated the meat, you idiot. You can’t just bite into raw meat with your condition.’
He loosened his grip on the carcass and bowed his head in shame.
‘I’m very sorry, sir. My brother has the gloam.’ She extended the raw meat in her hand.
The butcher backed away, white knuckling his knife. ‘Keep it.’
‘So nice of you,’ she bowed. ‘I am very sorry for the inconvenience.’
He grimaced.
They had secured enough food for their journey.
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