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Café Fina, Friday Afternoon
M. du Vallon de Bracieaux de Pierrefonds d'Efferton walked into his restaurant carrying several dead dodo birds and contemplating them thoughtfully. "Tell me," he asked the staff at large, "what is it that makes us human?"
"Pardon, Monsieur?" asked the Pepper-Pot. He hadn't quite heard his master, because he had been deep in conversation with the Salt Cellar and Cheese Grater regarding the evening's menu.
"What is it that separates us from the animals?" M. du Vallon continued, in an uncharacteristically philosophical vein of thought. "Our minds? Our souls? We are given mastery of the Earth and the beasts that fill it by our Lord, but mayn't the beasts themselves say the same?" He had never been one to ponder the great mysteries of life, and he wished right now that he had even a fraction of Aramis's learned intelligence, Athos's wisdom, or d'Artagnan's cunning.
"You are saying words, but they mean little," the Salt Cellar interjected. "You must tell us what you are really asking."
"Ah." There, Porthos was on firmer ground. He gestured to the birds he had slain. "If an animal has the power of speech, and a mind capable of forming sentences -- is it still morally acceptable to eat it?"
The Cheese Grater looked up from the beautiful blue globe he had been contemplating and grinned at M. du Vallon. "But of COURSE it is!!!" he insisted. Their problem was solved!
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Roast Dodo Bird in Red Wine with Allspice and Garlic
[Fina is open]
"Pardon, Monsieur?" asked the Pepper-Pot. He hadn't quite heard his master, because he had been deep in conversation with the Salt Cellar and Cheese Grater regarding the evening's menu.
"What is it that separates us from the animals?" M. du Vallon continued, in an uncharacteristically philosophical vein of thought. "Our minds? Our souls? We are given mastery of the Earth and the beasts that fill it by our Lord, but mayn't the beasts themselves say the same?" He had never been one to ponder the great mysteries of life, and he wished right now that he had even a fraction of Aramis's learned intelligence, Athos's wisdom, or d'Artagnan's cunning.
"You are saying words, but they mean little," the Salt Cellar interjected. "You must tell us what you are really asking."
"Ah." There, Porthos was on firmer ground. He gestured to the birds he had slain. "If an animal has the power of speech, and a mind capable of forming sentences -- is it still morally acceptable to eat it?"
The Cheese Grater looked up from the beautiful blue globe he had been contemplating and grinned at M. du Vallon. "But of COURSE it is!!!" he insisted. Their problem was solved!
Roast Dodo Bird in Red Wine with Allspice and Garlic
[Fina is open]