“What is it?” “Chicken.” I stared at my fork. “It doesn’t taste like chicken.” “Sure it does.” “Where did you get a chicken out here?” Fujita leaned forward, forking in more of the rice and strange meat. “It’s like a roadrunner.” “So, it’s roadrunner?” “Sure.” I stared at the very pale meat. “It doesn’t look like any kind of bird.” He ate another bite and chewed. “Then it’s pork.”
