It was dark outside, but the moon illuminated the place enough for Karl to see where he was going.
He made his way to the pot where the meal was properly reserved.
Karl hesitated. He thought about his actions of wanting to steal some meat to survive and said to himself, "No... I can't do this... what will happen to my pride...? I can't give up like this... It's embarrassing..." He shook his head as he turned to go back.
But his stomach groaned loud enough for him to know that he needed to eat or he'd die in the next few minutes.
He turned and threw away his pride, walking to the pot. He opened it, and the aroma filled his nostrils in all special ways.
He felt like he was in heaven from smelling it alone. Thousands of flavors danced around his nose as he closed his eyes to feel them. And then with a lingering smile, he licked his lips as he stretched out his hands to take meat from the pot.
But a stick slapped his hands away as he stepped backwards.
