Crushed

Sorry, but if you want to grow up, you really have to finish your plate, the children in...

I don't want to know and I don't care, the little boy shouted, you can give my portion to the dog or send it by DHL if you're so terribly worried about the poor children in other countries.

With a sullen face he looked at the wall and kept his lips pressed together. No way, that he would eat that filthy stuff and he thought about the stories that grandma had told about meatballs, chicken legs and lamb chops on the barbecue. And then there was also something she called tea and coffee and Coca-Cola whatever that was. She said that you could drink it but that it also worked well to remove rust and clean the toilet. The world that Grandma had grown up in sounded tempting to him. He would have loved to have a plate of cauliflower, Brussels sprouts, lettuce, or endive instead of the junk on his plate that his parents tried to make him believe was a healthy choice, something with proteins or so but all he saw was a plate with a pile of crushed bugs collected from the carpet.




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The picture is generated by me with bing.com/create. It feels as if bing used a picture shown months ago. Were the bugs added?}