Satiricus was hungry. He’d been fasting since yesterday for the grand occasion. And this wasn’t the kind of fasting where you didn’t just stop eating meat. He left that to the Missus who was observing Nau Ratri. For Satiricus, it was a real fast with just water and “wind pie”!! It was “World Food Day” and as Satiricus hurried towards the Back Street Bar, he wondered what they’d whipped up this year for he and the fellas to feast on.
“I could eat a horse,” said Satiricus as he took his seat and grabbed his beer. “I’m famished!!”
“Well, lucky fuh yuh, dis year; dem cook harse stew!!” said Cappo with a grin.
“Are you serious?” said Satiricus nervously.
“What’s wrong with horsemeat?” asked Hari. “Don’t you know it’s very popular in Italy, France and Germany?”
“Dem cook de harse, German style!” said Bungi. “Call de gyaal ovah an’ get some, na!”
“Hold it fellas, did you eat the horse stew yet?” asked Satiricus, as he downed his beer.
“Naa! Abee a wait fuh you!” said Cappo. “Abee know yuh does fas’ suh yuh get prappa hungry!!”
“I’m starving!!” agreed Satiricus. “But eating a horse? I like horses! You know I go to every horse racing meet”
“But you eat mutton,” pointed out Hari. “They’re even more cute…don’t you like them?”
“An’ yuh does eat rabbit too,” pointed out Cappo. “Who mo’ cute dan dem?”
“OK,” said Satiricus as he signalled the waitress. “I’ll try the horse stew because I think I’m about to faint!”
“’E look jus’ like beef,” said Bungi, as the waitress placed a big bowl of the horse stew in front of Satiricus.
“How it taste?” asked Hari, as Satiricus gingerly bit on a piece of the meat and chewed carefully. The other fellas put down their beers and waited for the response.
“As a matter of fact, it TASTES like beef!!” said Satiricus with a wide smile as he dug into the bowl. “But now I can’t go to the horse racing any more!!”
Everybody signalled for their horse stew.
