Pure Blondes Are Yummy

As I look at the parcels Igor brought back from the town errands, he had already placed the stew's stock, and more, into the boiling cauldron. I shook my head in disappointed frustration and began to berate him....

"No, NO, NO!!! Igor - you idiot!!! When I said go to the BREWERY and bring me back a 'PURE BLONDE' for the broth, what did you think I meant?"

The misshapen manservant cowered at my growing anger and blanched when I sneered in contempt at his pitiful visage.

"Please no my laird, spare your humble servant who only wishes to please your magnificence! The pretty blonde told me she was a virgin, I swear it, she said she was, she did! Chaste and quite pure as driven snow!"

"NO! You hebetudinous hunchback!!! I meant a beer! A BEER!!!" My boiling temper exploded into rage and disgust at my substandard serf. Igor whimpered once again in anticipation of yet another castigation.

"No, please, sire, I beg you...Just think of it my lord, think of the vast amount of protein she'll provide! A veritable cornucopia of nutritious meat in a single cauldron of stew."

For once Igor made sense. His idea gave me pause and I stopped mere inches away from Igor's twisted face just before I unleashed another withering barrage of insults and intimidation. "Igor.... I think you're on to something... Get a larger cauldron, please..." I gave an approving nod much to Igor's surprised delight and as he scurried off to do my bidding, I began calculating the time required for 100 pounds of flesh to fall off the bone in a boiling broth solution.

Word Count: 291
Hours Spent: 4
Software Used: DAZ Studio 4 With IRAY