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Diet
A Thursday Prompt story
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
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Special condition: 365 words
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“And this,” the doctor said, “is your daily diet. Three meals a day.” He removed the cover from the dish, and the patient recoiled.
“What the hell is this!?” the lion exclaimed. He leaned forward and poked at the distinctly unappetizing lump of thick sludge. It had a fairly even consistency and a generally matte brown color. It had been cooked, though; a wisp of steam could be seen rising from it. “It looks like – “
“I know what it looks like, Mr. Thorndyke,” the otter said, with just a trace of asperity in his voice. He had clearly had this conversation before. “We here at the Foundation to Assist Those Suffering from Overeating have spent years devising this nutritious mixture. It has everything required to sustain you, while at the same time keeping the calories low. We feel that, with this diet and the exercise regime we’ll put you through, you’ll recover your health and get down to your ideal weight.”
Thorndyke leaned further forward and took a sniff of the thick slurry. His ears went back. “It smells like . . . well, like meat.”
The otter nodded. “There is meat in there,” he replied. “Ground feral turkey, to be precise. It also has vegetables, dairy, and some supplements to ensure that this one dish meets all of your dietary requirements. It’s been formulated specifically for you.” The otter took a cellophane-wrapped plastic spoon from a pocket of his white lab coat and laid it on the table. “Go ahead. Try it.”
Thorndyke picked up the spoon and unwrapped it before scooping up a small serving of the dish. He sniffed at it again, closed his eyes and put the morsel in his mouth.
His eyes opened as he chewed, jaws working as he rolled the flavor around on his tongue. He swallowed and said, “It – well, it’s like pudding, and it needs salt.”
“Well, with your blood pressure the way it is – “
“Low-sodium soy sauce?” Thorndyke asked, resorting to a big-eyed tactic he hadn’t used since he stopped being a cub. “Please?”
The doctor knew that the lion was willing to meet him partway, and he smiled. “I’ll get you some.”
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A Thursday Prompt story
© 2023 by Walter Reimer
Prompt: paste
Special condition: 365 words
______________________________________________________________________________________________
“And this,” the doctor said, “is your daily diet. Three meals a day.” He removed the cover from the dish, and the patient recoiled.
“What the hell is this!?” the lion exclaimed. He leaned forward and poked at the distinctly unappetizing lump of thick sludge. It had a fairly even consistency and a generally matte brown color. It had been cooked, though; a wisp of steam could be seen rising from it. “It looks like – “
“I know what it looks like, Mr. Thorndyke,” the otter said, with just a trace of asperity in his voice. He had clearly had this conversation before. “We here at the Foundation to Assist Those Suffering from Overeating have spent years devising this nutritious mixture. It has everything required to sustain you, while at the same time keeping the calories low. We feel that, with this diet and the exercise regime we’ll put you through, you’ll recover your health and get down to your ideal weight.”
Thorndyke leaned further forward and took a sniff of the thick slurry. His ears went back. “It smells like . . . well, like meat.”
The otter nodded. “There is meat in there,” he replied. “Ground feral turkey, to be precise. It also has vegetables, dairy, and some supplements to ensure that this one dish meets all of your dietary requirements. It’s been formulated specifically for you.” The otter took a cellophane-wrapped plastic spoon from a pocket of his white lab coat and laid it on the table. “Go ahead. Try it.”
Thorndyke picked up the spoon and unwrapped it before scooping up a small serving of the dish. He sniffed at it again, closed his eyes and put the morsel in his mouth.
His eyes opened as he chewed, jaws working as he rolled the flavor around on his tongue. He swallowed and said, “It – well, it’s like pudding, and it needs salt.”
“Well, with your blood pressure the way it is – “
“Low-sodium soy sauce?” Thorndyke asked, resorting to a big-eyed tactic he hadn’t used since he stopped being a cub. “Please?”
The doctor knew that the lion was willing to meet him partway, and he smiled. “I’ll get you some.”
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end
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Lion
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 33.4 kB
Listed in Folders
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