Lamb To The Slaughter

*adapted from Roald Dahl

 

the whole scene was swell flowers on the sill, flowers on the sill, flowers on the sill, flowers on the sill.

and i in my gown, i was dressed to kill, i was dressed to kill, i was dressed to kill, i was dressed to . . . kill.

 

and i say who do you think you are? i say who do you think you are?

 

"This is going to be a big shock to you, I'm afraid," he said. 

"But I've thought about it a good deal and I've decided that the only thing to do is to tell you immediately." 

And he told her. It didn't take long, four or five minutes at most, and she sat still through it all, watching him with puzzled horror. 

"So there it is," he added. "And I know it's a tough time to be telling you this, but there simply wasn't any other way."

 

pardon us ma'am, what's that in your hand, what's that in your hand, what's that in your hand, what's that in your hand?

oh this? it's nothing but one leg of frozen lamb, leg of frozen lamb, leg of frozen lamb, leg of frozen laaaaaaaaaaamb . . .

(there wasn't any other way . . .)

 

and i say who do you think you are? i say who do you think you are?

 

The detectives hesitated, but they were hungry, and in the end, they went into the kitchen and helped themselves to supper. 

The woman stayed where she was and listened to them through the open door. 

She could hear them speaking among themselves, and their voices were thick because their mouths were full of meat.

"Have some more, Charlie."

"No, we'd better not finish it."

"She wants us to finish it. She said we ought to eat it up."

 

 

 

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