Lunch with Traitors

There we are the horseman said

Aren't we having a splendid day? Look at your faces, men you all look so vivid.
He dipped his French fries into a cup with red stuff which he held in his twisted hand.
What about you my friend?
Peter's kept his mouth shut. In his condition, it was wiser to not attract the attention of the noble horse. Unlike him, he still looked good and didn't suffer from loss of meat. He swallowed the spoon of white beans that dropped on the floor.
I knew it said the horse. You, Petrus, are the traitor, the one who dropped all information in the hands of the enemy.
It's game over for you!

Before Petrus was given the chance to lie another three times his bones ended up in the yard as food for the stray dogs and cats.

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Of course, you are welcome dear man. I never expected to have company at this late hour. Are you guys hungry?

He looked happily and that strange night dress he was wearing had a lot in common with a monk. For a moment they hesitated but it was getting dark. Too late to change their minds.

No need to aim that thing at my neck, he grinned. Come on, what are you waiting for the food is good. Let me show you. I can try first if you are afraid it might be poisoned.

He ate, smiled and finally the gang gave in to their desire to eat.

Not hungry hitman?

After dinner, they all felt relieved. That went well. The man in the monk's outfit could be trusted.

Cheers, he said as he lifted his glass and smiled. I hope you enjoyed your dinner and slept well.

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Thank you for inviting me. The rat felt nervous but tried to hide it. Sir you look fantastic can I buy you dinner or... Please, let me know what I can order for you. The wolf didn't respond.
Go other a big burger he whispered to his right hand, hurry.

It looked great and covered the biggest part of the table but Wolf didn't touch it. He and his more trustworthy friend had ordered a new type of fries made out of mashed potatoes and flour.

Sir, the rat started, don't you like to try this for a change... It is one of the most ordered dishes for lunch...

Yes, yes, his right hand stammered, try it, I can...

The wolf pulled his nose.
Are you smelling that rotten odour too, he asked the racoon.

It's bad. It smells like rat, we better call the pest control service.

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1-7-2024
Prompt: traitors
The pictures used are all mine.


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