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“In my junior year of college, many years ago, I spent a year abroad in Nantes, France. The wildest thing that happened, though, came after my host family had been away for the weekend and got home late on Sunday night. I blearily made it down the two floors to the kitchen for breakfast. I opened the refrigerator and encountered a whole rabbit and a whole pheasant stretched out right there on the refrigerator shelves, nestled among the other food.”
“Needless to say, I was taken aback. Apparently, my host father had gone hunting. Those poor little bodies stayed there for a few days. There was a cold water pitcher in the fridge, and after a few days, the water started tasting a little “off.” I waited several days to drink from that pitcher, hoping it had been changed once the rabbit and pheasant were gone. And now that I think about it, I didn’t even get an offer to taste them! I assume they were cooked. Now, whenever I visit an art exhibit that has a still life of a pheasant lying on a table, I have flashbacks to opening the refrigerator door and seeing my own real still life.”
—Anonymous
