Fill for the Week Seven Challenge: Autumn

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Double drabble, and fairly silly. 


“Mangroves!  Bloody thumping mangroves!” Glumshbrum glanced across to Shdumdrob, who was gloomily picking his teeth  - mangrove always got stuck in your teeth.

“They got the muddy taste, though, right?” Mulliburrim put in.  “And they’re stringy!  I mean, ’swhat the Autumn Feast’s about, right?”

“Who asked you, Mull-head? Shdumdrob and me’re having a private conversation.”

“Leave me out of it,” Shdumdrob growled.  He reached a giant fist across the table, prodding one finger into the dish opposite.  “What’ve we got for pies?”

 “That prickly stuff – whossname – from that province place down south.”

“Ahrzonah,” put in Mulliburrim, hopefully.  “ ’Snot so bad.  I mean, looks a bit like Man, dunnit?  And it’s sort of flabby, like Man.”

They stared morosely into the dish.  True enough, the shapes in it had a middle trunk, like Man, and they had pale translucent limbs flopped at their sides.  But…

“Man-pies my foot!  It’s thumping hogsfodder!  And if they haven’t skinned’em properly we’ll all be choking on them spine things.”

“Arggh!  Rot it sodden!”

With one sweep of his massive forearm, Shdumdrob smashed the pie to smithereens.

Autumn Feast just wasn’t the same since the Scrubb Irregulars had swept through and declared Vegetarian Rule at Harfang.