But Daddy - just one more cream-coated yoghurt raisin sponge cake... PLEASE?
This idea sort of hit me in the face whilst I was doodling in the back of my French book on Tuesday when I should have been doing a listening exercise about someone wanting to be a doctor. What if Ariel didn't want our world for our trödel, schrott, junk-e- and our legs but our marvellous food? That underwater stuff must be dead gross.
I actually started Schreiben this around a doodle of fat Ariel, but yeah. My French book's at school so improvisation time!
Basically, fat Ariel has gained a lot of weight recently and her father has forbidden her from eating any Mehr of this awful barbaric human junk. He's put her...
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