"Double Rabbit" Slave to a rampant juniper bush, Ms. Potts convinced herself it was her mother reincarnate. She’d snip, prune, and pluck at it, anything to keep it from the dahlias. Having no better use for its berries, she paired them with carrot, thyme, and two types of rabbit – another ingredient her garden was full of. Elite Meat. You name it, we’ll make it a sausage.
"General" Boy did Henry love his cigarettes. His wife said they’d kill him; “I dodge bullets for a living,” he’d reply. A real war hero, Henry dined on rats and worse in the trenches of WWI. So on the evening he fell, Mrs. Lynch ordered up squirrel and beans with just a pinch of loose tobacco in his honor. Then, she smoked them. Elite Meat. You name it, we’ll make it a sausage.
"Sunday Roast" A clever enough chap and yet Charlie grew more childish with age. One peep about university and he’d walk straight out of the room. Come the tenth test failed, mind you, his father wised up. Shipping off (with his son) a term’s worth of sausage, Mr. Cross saw not the boy’s mum cause for his delay, but her roast. Elite Meat. You name it, we’ll make it a sausage.