Mage of Wolves
I peered at the basket to see what was inside, but he was hovering over it.
“Well, we have all of the usuals. Chicken.” He pulled out a huge plate of fried chicken. “Turkey.” He pulled out an entire roasted turkey and set that beside the fried chicken on the blanket. “Ostrich.” The next plate had what looked like a small, roasted ostrich on it, beak and all. “And of course, flamingo.”
The flamingo looked like pink marshmallows. It was standing on one leg, balanced on the plate. He set that aside as well, but I swear it’s eyes were following me, and it was smiling.
Bab Populer