p_zombie: переводы

→He remembered when he and his brothers used to sneak into the King of Sorrow castle’s kitchen. They used to eat everything they got their paws on. Then when full, they would throw meat at each other for fun. A sausage once stuck in Wolfy’s throat and his brothers laughed at him as he choked. He threw raw meat back at them. It stuck on their face like a troll’s slap. They ended up pouring some brown sauce and sugary syrup on each other’s fur, and then gulped whiskey from a barrel. Wolfy never gulped whisky. He had always loved milk, and that was why his brothers were mad at him. He’d always been on the soft side somehow, especially since he discovered marshmallows in the Queen’s kitchen. There had always been crazy food in the castle’s basement kitchen that no one had ever heard of before, but marshmallows blew Wolfy’s mind away.

→Wolfy never understood why humans had to cook food, adorn it, and eat from plates. Let alone say prayers and wipe their mouths after every bite. What was that all about? Where were the days when he used to snatch a big gazelle with his brothers, each one of them sticking their fangs in it and pulling it apart from all sides. Where were the days when part of the eating fun was to hunt the prey down? What’s with humans buying food from a shop? What was the fun in that?

→But he only felt these dark urges from time to time. It was his nature, eating, gorging and gulping was all he was raised to do. When he was a baby Wolfy, his big brothers made him eat rabbits, only to sharpen his fangs. Delicious rabbits, Wolfy thought a couple of days ago while servicing his customers with food and drinks. How about a big turkey, non-cooked, one that is actually alive when I eat it?

→She also had turned out to be Death itself, and she saved his ass from the witchy granma. In other words, she was the perfect girl for him. Badass, quirky, and she could relate to a boy who transformed unwillingly into a horrible wolf when the moon was full. What else could a wolf ask for?