Who Are We Having For Dinner?

It had amused Manfred when, among the bills and assorted junk mail that he had received that morning, he came across the organ donor card. He chuckled to himself as with a flourish he signed it Manfred Hay'. Now you may speculate at the reason for his hilarity at the idea of completing an organ donor card. Surely this was quite a serious commitment and not one that would promote jocularity for most people. But then again, Manfred was not most people' you see not to put too fine a point on it he was a cannibal! Oh! Not your run of the mill, knock em on the head, stuff em in the pot cannibal, Manfred was too much of a sophisticate to practice the crude abominations of his savage ancestors. He preferred instead the more subtle approach of issuing invitations to dine, without informing the recipients that they were likely to be the main course on the menu.

The refinement however didn't end there. He was also quite choosy as to which parts of his victims anatomy he actually consumed, and there was no doubting that he was a confirmed liver, heart and lights' man. The carrying therefore of the donor card was doubly amusing, as it gave the whole business of recycling a brand new perspective. He giggled when he thought of himself as probably the only potential green' cannibal in existence.

However, laughter had not come easily to Manfred in recent weeks. The truth was that he had grown quite despondent as he was fast running out of friends', or come to think of it, even passing acquaintances he could invite round for a bite'. The hard facts though were undeniably apparent. Whilst he continued to practice the rather unsociable habit of dining off them rather than with them, he would sooner or later run out of prospective guests'. He ruminated that the only time they had been known to return' was either in the form of indigestion or flatulence.

But now a significant birthday was fast approaching and so desperate had Manfred become for a taste, nay a surfeit of his erstwhile staple diet, that he had invited his one-time mother-in-law round for what he had described to her as a rather special birthday treat. Exactly who would be treated' he had purposely omitted to elaborate upon.

Imagine his surprise when she returned the RSVP portion of the formal invitation duly completed - and in the affirmative.
"Greedy old cow," he muttered to himself. "Thinks she's going to get

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