The following day on the Island of Genoise, the natives’ chieftain handed me a bowl filled with a sweet scented liquid.
“It has taken many sacrifices to fill this offering bowl,” said the chieftain through our interpreter.
To our utter horror we learned it was blood! Shocked that the Isle of Genoise would house such savages, our crew started to make preparations to leave before the appointed time. But then we later learned it was not blood, at least not as we thought. It was boiled raspberries with sugar and water to make a syrup.
Having learned this, everyone rejoiced. But the natives still served the syrup to us with gravity, remembering the berries that gave their lives for our wonderful garnish….
—-Excerpt from the book of short stories, “I am lettuce, who are you?”