Blackbeak Bluff Haggis for Algernon

@O’Mally 

Come to think of it now, gobbling down almost putrefied remains of a dead seal had not been the brightest idea Merlin had had. There had been an inkling that it will turn out bad, when he had begun to eat it, but several days' worth of hunger had taken a complete hold of him and he had not stopped, until the bones were picked clean and not a shred of fur had been left. 

His belly was full and the brain was happy, but the overall state post eating orgies was quite miserable. He felt either nauseous or colicky and there was no relief to these sensations, because his body refused to let go any of the useful nutrients before it was done digesting the meal. So for two days straight Merlin felt fairly cheated by fate and lamented all and any gods, who were there to listen, about their cruel sense of humour, by throwin that rotten seal in his path in the first place.