(I thought I’d have a little fun with this one.)
Once there was a beautiful little girl who sat in a tall chair. She had reached an age of maturity where she could be introduced to a magical new morsel, the Golden Torus. Her parents placed offerings of the scrumptious toroids in front her. She would reach for them and try to bring them to her mouth, but they were elusive and she could only ever consume half of them. The rest would mysteriously disappear.
When the table was empty she would look sad, and to keep her placated, her parents would run their hands over her garments and magically produce more of the elusive morsels.
The little girl watched and grew wise to her parents deeds and tried searching for the morsels herself. Alas, the enchanted bloomers would yield no bounty. Only her parents could coax the desired edibles from the garment’s folds.
And to this day the parents happily, and patiently, continue to conjure up the little princess’ favorite treat, and she continues to be in good spirits. For soon will come a time when all will be revealed to the little princess. The mysteries of the morsels and garments will be mysteries no more.
Soon she will get to wield the scepter of scooping, to deliver the toroids to her mouth or to cause them to fly and scatter on the floor where they will crunch under her parents’ feet. Ah, the joys of high-chair life!
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Alas, the scepter of which thou speaketh mayhaps cause occular injury to the fair lass. The day of which thou speaketh fast approaches however. Spectacles of safety may offer a better alternative to a patch over the eye.
A pair of perpetually ravenous hounds frequent the area of gastronomy. No “crunch”, nor “squish”, has ever been heard beneath the lord’s feet in that vicinity. ‘Tis the cleanest (although lubricious) floor in the castle.
Huzzah for thine comment kind sir!
That’s my favorite stage right there, when they are learning to self feed. Loved this post!!
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