there once lived a man, generous and kind. he loved his wife and children deeply and he was admired by everyone in his neighbourhood. He was a strong willed person who earned his bread by no vile means but absolute honesty and hardwork.
He had however only one weakness- FOOD. He loved food more than anything else in this world. But mind you, he was not a glutton. No. He knows how much to eat and he eats the food he buys himself. But his passion for food wasn't what we term as "normal" either.

Mr Pablo aged 48 when an incident took place which would substantiate the point that I'm trying to make.

It was the mid of july and the sun was high. Mr Pablo took out his hunting rifle and informed his wife that he would be gone for the first half of the day. his wife...