He wandered over to the middle section of the divided cabinet and casually opened its small door.
Inside lay only the Lion's midsection. His stomach still rose and fell with shallow breaths, twitching faintly as though life stubbornly refused to leave him.
The Jester reached inside, poking the bloodied mass of white fur several times before letting out a disappointed sigh.
"Ah, so... tonight we have quite the selection prepared. Foie Gras, Escargot... there's even Boeuf Bourguignon topped with caviar. And of course, for desserts, Crème Brûlée, Macarons, Soufflé..." The Lion introduced each luxurious French delicacy one by one briefly.
After all... surely the guests were far more interested in the dishes themselves than how they had been prepared.
Night had fully descended upon Goussainville, shrouding the entire Circus in suffocating darkness as biting chill slowly crept into the bone.
Just as promised, the invitees had gathered once more. Yet the sight awaiting them was not another performance stage or extreme spectacles, but an extravagant banquet table stretching opulently.