Thursday, February 12, 2009
“Do stop fidgeting, dear.”
Ada gave Lucy a stern look over the top of the menu as the waiter approached. “What’s the soup today?”
“Cream of Armadillo, madam,” said the waiter, his pen poised over his notepad.
“Excellent,” said Ada. “Armadillo soup for two with four buttered tortoises, a pot of slime and glass of ooze.”
“Eww. What a disgusting place, Gran. Can’t we go to Burgerland instead?”
“No Lucy, the park restaurant will do nicely. It’s about time you learned some decent manners.”
“I don’t want to eat armadillo soup.”
Ada laughed. “It’s not really armadillo,” she said. “It’s artichoke.”
She didn’t mention what the tortoises really were.