Checking out the "beef" in Athens

These butchers couldn't believe their eyes when two very hungry caterpillars, armed with cameras,  waltzed into their territory!

Show us the lamb! the hungry caterpillars shouted.

Your pigs are very friendly! cooed the caterpillars.

We have never seen such clean trotters, the caterpillars gasped.



Then they stopped in their tracks: look! a  beautiful butcher's block!

We love your sausages! they exclaimed.

Well, they ARE called beef tomatoes.  Lovely, isn't he? I mean, it.  sorry, they!



The caterpillars stood still for a long time, admiring the weathered wood but also trembling slightly at the sight of very sharp knives.  

The 2 very hungry caterpillars stretched and reached, but could not lay their hands on the meat.

The butchers vied for positions, shouting out to the 2 very hungry caterpillars to choose them for a photo shoot.   The caterpillars beamed.   Flashes flashed.   There were smiles all around.    Hands were wiped on blood-splattered white coats.   Cameras were handed to and fro.  The caterpillars may have been ever so slightly squeezed and/or pinched and/or hugged but they didn't care.   They were happy.

Still hungry for more, but happy!

That evening, they munched their way through lamb shanks, bread, tzaziki, eggplant, zucchini fritters, fried potatatoes and a bottle of Retsina.  

They fell into a deep sleep and dreamt of Zeus and Apollo.