Mountain Eagle stood on Little Ruby's open kitchen terrace and threw a dismembered reindeer into a large pot...
Watching the pot with blood froth floating and a strong gamey smell, Mountain Eagle somehow got a little distracted, to the point that he didn't even react when the huge steamer next to him started whistling.
Old Ruby, full of energy, came over with a cane, turned down the draft of the wood stove beneath the steamer, and then added a few handfuls of snow to it...
The steam that rose as the snow melted, mixed with the sweet fragrance of rice, began to spread on the terrace.
Old Ruby, accustomed to hard times, sniffed the air, glanced at the distant warehouse, and said a bit discontentedly, "Boss, there's really no need to feed them such good stuff. Back in the Vietnam War, our prisoners could survive on dog shit, so can they."
