Excerpts from Mud

Excerpt One:

I dangle from a hook, licked by the flames of the newly lit hearth. They dance higher today, only moments ago I was nearly swallowed whole. The reward is comforting, though the rumblings of my poor stomach grow louder. Centuries ago I was honoured with a feast. My first. My only. Until today. Here I have hung. Waiting. Watching. Births. Deaths. Feasts. Tables laden with toad eyes. Courtiers stuffing their mouths with chicken breasts. My step-mistress of course enjoyed the occasional heart. I would watch as the juices dribbled down her chin. Then there were the prisoners. Oh! How my tongue watered as they were dragged before the majesties! But alas, they were struck down where they stood. Such a cruelty to perform an execution without giving me a taste. Not a single morsel in all these years. 

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