Pt 2

“Well,” Jenny’s dad, the butcher, explained, “there’s going to be a lot of people at this fair who might not have tried my wares before, that’s why I’m giving them the burgers.”

“I know.” Jenny nodded. “You’re not wanting to butcher one of my friends are you? Because I really don’t think they’d be up for that!”

“Oh no!” he assured her hastily, “Nothing so dramatic as that! I’m just wondering if the group of you would mind doing what you’re doing now, but there. It need only be for an hour or so.”

“You want us to walk around naked giving out leaflets about your shop?” the nude ten year old asked, feeling a little thrill at the thought. She was used to standing naked outside her dad’s shop but the thought of wandering around the village green in her birthday suit, along with her friends, trying to encourage people who may not have tried it before to think about eating girls just like them was taking things to the next level somehow! “Do you think they’d mind?”

“They said I could give leaflets out,” he stroked his chin, “in exchange for the burgers so I don’t think that’s going to be a problem and honestly,” he chuckled, “if the rest of your friends are as pretty as the ones I’ve met, I can’t imagine anyone being too upset at seeing them in the nude!”

“Daddy!” she shot him a playful look of disapproval.

“Hey!” He put his hands up and waved them in a gesture of surrender. “Just because I cut little girls up for a living doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate them!”

“Speaking of cutting up little girls,” Jenny chuckled, shaking her head in amusement at her dad’s admission, “I think your eleven of clock is here!”

Coming down the road towards them was a rather tired-looking woman holding hands with a chubby girl of maybe six or seven. Both were olive-skinned with dark hair and, while the woman was dressed in the normal sorts of clothes someone her age might wear to go out shopping, the girl was completely nude.

Not every girl destined for her father’s slab showed up naked, many of them wore regular clothes or at least a t-shirt or loose summer dress. Some even dressed to impress, as if they were going to a party or even a wedding. Many, however, including apparently this girl, liked to mark the event by arriving naked, proudly proclaiming to the world that they were a meat-girl!

Jenny’s dad went back inside to prepare for her and, once she had greeted them, Jenny leant on the door-frame looking inwards, eager to hear the conversation. The reason for parents having their daughters butchered always fascinated her. It made her sad when it sounded as if it was out of a financial need but cases like that were very rare – more often than not it was at the girls’ own request or at least with her full and enthusiastic consent.

“…so she’s been nagging ever since!” The woman was explaining while the chubby little girl giggled. “But I told her we had to at least wait for her sister to go down but, since my brother and his family are visiting this weekend I agreed we could have her for dinner. I only have a small oven ‘though so I’m wondering if you would mind taking her arms and legs off too?”

“Sure!” Jenny saw her dad smile. “That’s no problem. In fact, if you were really only after her torso for your family meal I’d be happy to buy the limbs from you? It would offset the cost of the butchering and leave you with some extra in pocket? Up to you, of course.”

“What do you think?” the woman turned to her daughter. “This is your treat after all. Do you want me to put the rest of you in the freezer and I can maybe cook different bits of you over the Summer or shall we let other people enjoy your meat too?”

“Umm…” the little girl pondered for a few moments. “Let other people have my arms and legs, then I’ll be more like Abbie!”

“That was her sister.” the woman explained, “She got cooked at a neighbourhood barbecue so lots of different people got to taste her.”

“Ah!” Jenny saw her dad smile warmly and felt reminded again why he was equally as famous for his customer service as for the quality of the meat he sold. “That’s the best way. It’s a bit like making new friends after all!” He winked at the little girl who giggled happily. “So,” he glanced at his watch then over his shoulder to the swing-door which led to his butchering area. However much they might enjoy the meat, seeing how it was produced was really not for everyone! “You can wait around but it’s going to take me at least forty five minutes to get her processed or I can give you a call to let you know when she’s ready, probably less than an hour, and I’ll give you the meat and your money then.”

“That sounds like the best plan to me.” The woman smiled then leant down and kissed her daughter on the cheek. “Have fun, poppet, but be sure to be good and do what the man tells you.”

“I will!” the girl promised. “I hope I’m yummy for you tonight!”

“I’m sure you will be!” she ruffled the little girl’s hair making her giggle again. “Do you have my number?”

“Let me just check…” Jenny watched her dad consult the diary. “Yup! Ends in nine, four, three?”

“That’s the one!” the woman confirmed. “See you later!”

“Oh, just one more thing.” The stopped in her tracks and turned back to the butcher, ready to answer his question. “Did you want the head on or off? I remember you said the oven was small.”

“Off is probably best.” she replied after a slight pause to ponder. “But I’d like to take it home if I may?”

“Of course!” the butcher grinned. “Heads make great stew! I’ll bag it up separately for you. What about her hair? Do you want that left on?”

“No, take it off.” The woman smiled. “Easier to boil that way and it will save me the effort.”

“Right you are!” grinned Jenny’s dad, making a couple of notes.”

“Bye, sweetie!” The woman blew her daughter a kiss, already half way out the door. “Have fun!” And with that, she was gone and off down the street.

“Right then, little miss,” Jenny’s dad smiled down at the nude little meat-girl. “Let’s get you chopped up, shall we?”