Lentils for Esau

Hairy and messy as I am, the blessing was mine by birth right! Jacob, like a fox, cheated me. The smell of that suspect stew overwhelmed me. I had been hunting and running all day. Honing skills of the first born to lead, now wrapped in the emanations of a red stew, I gave up so much for a belch and a fart of comfort.
Mother never combed my thick hair or picked burrs from my beard, she fawned over Jacob, like he was royalty.