The Randomness of Life Chapter 22~ for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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half-drabbles inspired by lines from a poem...

Prompted by: As old as Woe ~Emily Dickinson

How old is that

 Seriously are you really going to eat that?”Napoleon cringed as he  
 watched the squirming grub pinched between his partners fingers.

“Of course, it is nutritious, more than that K-ration you are contemplating. I think that is from World War I.”

"I like my food not to squirm, thank you."

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Can Human nature hide

The rations weren’t enough, and Napoleon picked up a grub, cringing as it dangled over his open mouth.

“Do not think about it, just let it bypass your tongue, and slip down your throat,” Illya whispered encouragingly.

Napoleon tried but couldn’t do it. “I think I’d rather starve,” he moaned.