The dinner was simply exquisite - dormouse

The dinner was simply exquisite - dormouse poppers with fish sauce, followed by the main course - sparrow-tongue stuffed sow uterus swimming in aspic; for desert, jellied eel and
crayfish eggs followed by infusion of manx hairball. Did he detect a hint of estrus? Katsuo Padsitski's jaw dropped as if he was catnipped. The Newyorker's gourmet Catfood critic
was plagiarizing his review of catfood from the reviews of lean cuisine. The Gourmet Catfood critic would just slip in "catfood" in the appropriate place. Katsuo Padsitski was
lucky. The readers only noticed the typos and thought he was being catty for leaving them in the finished article. "Attempting brown sauce over titbits of tuna: a felines deright."
"You do realize the new distributor is Japanese, don't you?"
"Yes, of course I do!" I huffed. "I'm turning Japanese. I really think so, the new distributor will be fine. Just fine. Now shuddup about it, will you?" The next day I met with
Mr. Hamamoto, who was amazed I could speak some Japanese. He had been looking for someone with my business acumen. He did all his sales under the table, so I would be paid in cash.
I had been hired to take some of the Folding Stories and transfer them onto tiny paper for insertion into the companies fortune cookies. Some of the stories were not
complete, while others gave such insight that people would begin to just their life on the insert.
And just like that, the dinosaurs realized that people were just interested in their own well-being and the end of their rule was coming.

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