Nothing would have given Ishtar more pleasure than to have Dorinda sprinkle some rat poison in the delectable, simmering stew, then watch as the rodent Judiah choked and gasped his agonizing final breath. No one but Dorinda could have talked him out of such a notion, for Ishtar trusted her ingenuity in seeing that Judiah got his just desserts.
Now, as Dorinda and Ishtar play host to the traitor in their midst, Judiah gorges himself in blissful ignorance of their desire for vengeance.
“This is wonderful, wonderful, Dorinda. I"ve always said you were the best cook on the Island,” Judiah gushes. He holds out his plate and Dorinda serves him another huge helping of stew.
“Right now, she"s the only cook on the Island,” Ishtar quips. His friendly smile is an odd contrast to his eyes which are
