I Would Taste Horrible

In the sweet dusk of the yum yum tree we sat on a branch Leopard gave me a slight stare, not to scare you, he said. I laughed; we had been friends for a long time, I was not afraid. Our friendship was worth more to him than a few bites of meat. I would taste horrible, I told him. My flesh is sunburned. Not your tummy, he told me. This gave me pause.