"Uh uh!" ZigZag holds up one hand. "You don't want to spoil the surprise."
"Surprise?"
He looks furtively in the direction of the kitchen, then leans closer and says in a hoarse whisper.
"Sometimes they leave the feet on."
Feet? I swallow, setting my resolve. I really don't want to know what is in a road kill omelet. I'll just pretend it is country sausage, or Spam. I cut a bite, spear it on the fork, and put it in my mouth. I start to chew.
"And?"
I nod. "It's good."
"There you go! The unknown - it can be fabulous!" With that, ZigZag leans back on his bench, takes a long swallow of his coffee, and lights another cigarette.
"People fear the unknown, Mike. Why? It's all around us, and just like a good breakfast, it is tasty, and nourishing. Don't be afraid of the unknown - tear into it, cut off big pieces, and savor it. More often than not, you'll love it!"
- Michael Kenyon, from Following a Zigzag Path
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