As Nature Intended

He knew he didn’t look well with his pale face and sunken cheeks.  Yet there was a glint of mischief as he clutched onto the paper bag, safe guarding its contents.  A Cornish pasty that was a rarity these days, and he planned to enjoy it with a cold can of beer, followed by a doze in his old overstuffed armchair.  He was going to eat this as nature intended; out of the packet with dirty hands and supping on his beer.  He already had the can cooling in the fridge, hidden amongst the carrots and last Christmas’ forgotten sprouts. 

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