I always adored this book as a kid. I would have been over the moon with a caterpillar I could eat!
What sorcery, what devilry, what evil tricks were used to shape the yolks but not the whites of those hard boiled eggs?! I would like to learn this secret magic! Teach me your ways, o dark one!
Considering how angry these birds are, I'm assuming that you'll have to find a friend with a pig lunch and get the eggs from them to complete your meal.
I have to say, though it sucks to have rain in the summer, I do love the sound it makes when it patters on the dry ground for the first time in a while. Thanks for helping me celebrate, lunch!
Who would've thought you could wear an entire meal on your finger?
Don't mock me eggplant. I OWN you!
Thanks for being so cheerful, lunch!