The Restuwrant: Draft

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Why would a person assume they have the right 2 eat food that is recently prepair'da, or recently bake'da...is it reasonable 2 expect a nuw customer 2 pay for food?

...As I pondered the world of law, and human rights, my mind felt as fearful as a doe fearing heavy rain-fall. A Hard Rain never felt good when it fell. I stared into my mug of brown coffee...brown because I added a little milk, which seemed like a milk cloud turning the bitter dark bru brown.
I sighed, I had so many ideas 2 chase, I was at a loss...what should I write, how do I begin 2 write...?
Sudo.
My pen-name.
I put the mug down, and picked a pen up.
A loud thug noise caught my attention. A woman nuw 2 "The Restuwrant" had her pale hands around a piece of fried chicken, the owner, Grandpah, had his hand firmly around her wrist. The noise I heard may have been the Cool-Aid that was spilled on2 the floor.
"Don't you know you are suppose to pay for that piece of chicken?"
"No. I don't no that."
"Why would you assume you don't have to pay for that chicken in your hand? Do you think people raise chicken, feed chickens, and sell this resturant chickens, so I could then hire my cook 2 cut the chicken, make a delicious batter 2 smother the chicken in, then gently fry the chicken...then place this delicious plate of fried chicken under protective glass, for you, a strange woman 2 reach under the glass with your dirty hands, and grab a delicious piece. Do you think people are your servants, raising chicken, cleaning chicken and frying chicken all for you?
"No."
"Then why are your dirty hands on my chicken. You can have that piece, after you pay for it."
"Look mister, I didn't hurt you. I am hungry," the woman said, "I don't have any money, and I don't want 2 starve...besides, we normally eat for free. Me and my friends, when we see a ripe pear, we reach out, grab it, leaving nothing 2 spoil. That is nature, I am all natural," she explain'da.
Grandpah made a face that should scare most women.
He opened his mouth wide, showing a strong set of teeth.
Grandpah never bit a person, yet with strong teeth like his, I'd imagine a bite from his mouth would hurt!
I jumped 2 my feet.
"Grandpah, how much money does that piece of chicken cost?"
"...Ahhh,  let me look on the menu."
Grandpah looked at the price written on a piece of paper, upright, near the plate.
"...it says a breast cost one dollar, a chicken thigh cost .50 cents."
The woman opened her mouth to respond, so I rapidly made up my mind.
"I'll pay you for the food this woman has in her hand," I said.
Grandpah looked startled, then smiled.
"Sold".
 "And I suggest you eat your chicken with water," I told the woman,who was turning 2 leave.
Another anonymous act of kindness done by Sudo, I muse'da.