So got it home and butchered up, and the woman cooked us up some wonderful venison steaks.
While we were eating, Johnny says “What kind of meat is this Dad?”
And so, wanting to break it gently, I said “Well son, you know sometimes there is a special name I call your Mother? Well its that kind of meat.”
Johnny thought for a second, then he looked alarmed and yelled “Spit it out Billy! Its
!”
