“Who cares?
Whatever happens,/we won’t even get the bones,”/complained the first voice.
“But it’s our job to get them in here,”/said the other voice angrily. “Let’s call them.” His voice became sweet as he whispered,/“Gentlemen, this way, please! Everything is ready. The vegetables are arranged. Time for you/to lie on the snowy white plates we’ve prepared.”
The two men were horrified! Their faces were pale and felt crumpled like wastepaper. They cried and cried.
The second voice whispered again. “Don’t be afraid.” Then it shouted,/“Stop crying,/or you’ll wash off the cream. Come in now !”
Suddenly,/the other voice apologized loudly,/“Coming, sir. We’ll bring it immediately,”/then said,/“The boss is waiting with his knife and fork,/licking his lips. And his napkin is tucked in.”
This was too much! Both men wailed even louder.
All at once, there was loud barking/and the two white dogs that looked like polar bears/bounded into the room! The blue eyes looking out from the holes disappeared/as the dogs jumped forward/and crashed through the door. There was growling, hissing and barking,/then the men heard a cat-like meow. Suddenly silence followed.
The two men found themselves/in tall grass with a cold wind blowing. Their coats and boots, wallets, cuff links and tie-pins were all over,/hanging from tree branches. The brick building was gone,/while the two dogs seemed healthy again.
“Gentlemen! Gentlemen!” It was the voice of their guide shouting behind them. Finally! They felt safe.
Limping back to the city,/the tired men bought some pheasants,/“trophies” from their hunting trip.
Back home,/no matter how hard they scrubbed,/the crumpled skin of their faces never felt normal again.
“But it’s our job to get them in here,”/said the other voice angrily. “Let’s call them.” His voice became sweet as he whispered,/“Gentlemen, this way, please! Everything is ready. The vegetables are arranged. Time for you/to lie on the snowy white plates we’ve prepared.”
The two men were horrified! Their faces were pale and felt crumpled like wastepaper. They cried and cried.
The second voice whispered again. “Don’t be afraid.” Then it shouted,/“Stop crying,/or you’ll wash off the cream. Come in now !”
Suddenly,/the other voice apologized loudly,/“Coming, sir. We’ll bring it immediately,”/then said,/“The boss is waiting with his knife and fork,/licking his lips. And his napkin is tucked in.”
This was too much! Both men wailed even louder.
All at once, there was loud barking/and the two white dogs that looked like polar bears/bounded into the room! The blue eyes looking out from the holes disappeared/as the dogs jumped forward/and crashed through the door. There was growling, hissing and barking,/then the men heard a cat-like meow. Suddenly silence followed.
The two men found themselves/in tall grass with a cold wind blowing. Their coats and boots, wallets, cuff links and tie-pins were all over,/hanging from tree branches. The brick building was gone,/while the two dogs seemed healthy again.
“Gentlemen! Gentlemen!” It was the voice of their guide shouting behind them. Finally! They felt safe.
Limping back to the city,/the tired men bought some pheasants,/“trophies” from their hunting trip.
Back home,/no matter how hard they scrubbed,/the crumpled skin of their faces never felt normal again.