“What is that?” Charlotte asked, disgusted.
Her brother, Max had been busily working on a concoction all afternoon and six-year-old Charlotte’s curiosity finally got the best of her. She had been pretending to be a princess all day, but decided that even princesses need a break, so she ventured out of her castle to see what Max the prince was up to.
“This,” explained Max with a mischievous grin, “is delicious soup. It's made of great green gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts, mutilated monkey meat, little dirty birdy feet, and french-fired eyeballs.”
Charlotte began to cry.
I love this!!
ReplyDeletei love that "soup" is a keyword for this drabbel :o)
ReplyDeletehahaha this was like my childhood... this is great. :D
ReplyDeleteExcellent. Exactly what a big brother would do to his little sister.
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