A Feast

Wilma wanders down the corridor lost in the thought. She wonders what she is getting into.

She enters into a classroom. In the center of the room is a table with an elaborate feast. The aroma is incredible. On the table are lobsters, steak, lamb, caviar, and dozens of other dishes. Wilma’s mouth waters.

“No need to be shy, dear.”

Despite his large size, Wilma only now notices Professor Nygoltt is in the room.

“Pull up a chair the feast is all for you.”

“I’m not sure I can eat all that.”

“That’s part of the magic, Wilma. What is there won’t make you full.”

“Won’t I get fat? I mean, like need to get the forklift to move me fat?”

“Another part of the magic, dear. Once you begin you won’t gain weight. You’ll almost certainly never lose it, but you hardly have a problem with that. Let’s begin.”

Wilma doesn’t need to be encouraged. She tears into the steak. She it tastes fatty and wonderful and cuts like butter. The lobster is rich and sweet. The caviar’s salty taste provides a nice change of pace.

Wilma looks at the table and there is nearly nothing left. As she shovels escalloped potatoes into her mouth, she is amazed by what she’s eaten.

She finishes the last bit and licks her lips clean. Her stomach growls. She wants more.

“Most impressive. I see I’ve chosen wisely. That will be all for today.”

The Professor exits the room.

Wilma stands up and decides she needs a little something to nosh on.