Bambi

Forgot to mention that we had a pot-luck at school today during B lunch.  One dude brought chili.  The rest of us just brought the fixings.  (I was up late baking corn meal muffins.) 

During lunch today, I was aware that the chili tasted "different".  I kept wondering what he did to it to make it taste that way.  It wasn't bad...just wasn't good.  I found out later that it was "deer" chili...made with venison.  Ptooey!  Everyone else seemed to know.  As usual, I was the last "man" out...  To make matters worse, nobody ate my muffins!  I haven't died yet, so I guess I am none the worse for wear.  My parents used to subject me to rabbit and squirrel and beef heart and tongue, so I'm not a rube.  I just don't happen to like venison.  (Or rabbit, squirrel, beef heart, and tongue.)  I'm still alive, thankfully.