Ah, Sunday night and it's time once again for our family dinner, which means Mom's cooking. Mmm, nothing like Mom's delicious home cooked meals. Now, I don't mean to brag, but my mom is an amazing cook. She'd probably have her own resturant with only the best gourmet food, but she's not too keen on that idea. Adding another dish would literally drive her crazy figuring at least once a week she cooks two separate dishes. This especially happens on Sunday--Fish Night. I live in one of the best places to get seafood--New Orleans, Louisiana. You'd have to be crazy to live in New Orleans and not eat seafood. Well, call me crazy beacuse I hate it. Despite my mom's cooking I wouldn't touch seafood with a ten foot pole. The smell is repulsive to me and taste isn't much better, which is why I have pasta instead while everyone else has fish. I guess it's like living among a family of lions and refusing to eat meat much like Daisy, a creature who is half plant-half animal, in my newest novel Destiny. Check it out. Oh, and for the record, just because a mom brings home a live dinner guest doesn't quite mean they won't stay alive, or are actually considered guest. Apparently lobsters are goners once they "wash up" up for dinner--yeah, it doesn't end well for them.
Daisy: I kept my distance as I watched them bring in Paka's kill. I couldn't help wondering why my mother couldn't just brign home a live dinner guest every now and then. Once the antelopes were placed on the hard cold floor we crowed around for our evening meal.
(About halfway through the meal) Paka: "Daisy are you feeling okay? You haven't each touched your antelope. And will you please stop eating that fruit!?"
Daisy: I stopped as I looked up.
Dean (Daisy's older adopted brother): "I wouldn't bother. You know Daisy never eats meat."
Daisy: It was true, I never did eat meat. "Mom can I please just eat this fruit? After all Ivy found them for me."
Paka: "Well, I found you these antelopes, and they weren't very easy to find. So I would appriciate it if you'd at least try it."
Daisy: I knew like any mother, Paka was going to force me against my will to try the antelope. This made me sick to the pit of my stomach. The whole idea of eating meat was like cannibalism. Ugh, how can they force something like that down their throats? Why not just gnaw our forelegs off like some mad hyena!?
