Cienne Morton

The Mendel

‘What’s wrong with your beefmeat, Fy?’ Fjonn stared glumly at his untouched plate, ‘I’m not hungry.’ ‘He’s yucked out from the Museum!’ Aelza piped up, helpfully. ‘They showed us beefmeat from thousands ago – actual animal flesh!’ The thought didn’t seem to deter her, tucking fervently into her own perfectly marbled slab. Fjonn turned pale.