Thanks for being so cheerful, lunch!
Piggies, stop staring at me so blankly with your super blankity blank faces. I can't get a read on you, you're creeping me out. Let's just eat and get it over with.
Hey, sometimes you need to identify a platter of meats.
Okay, so hamburgers aren't made of ham, we know that, but these little oinklets are so precious, I won't quibble over details. I know you want a kiss, piggie, but I have to warn you. I'm all kinds of hungry.
My steaks are a little too static, they need more attitude.
I always adored this book as a kid. I would have been over the moon with a caterpillar I could eat!
I'll forgive kitty for leaving footprints on my egg because he drew pretty little hearts on my chicken fingers! Aw, kitty, you really do love me!