i’m a general searching for new lands to conquer. i traipse all over the backyard, looking for intruders to banish. i trounced a fiendish mole and sent him retreating back into his hole. and the dastardly squirrels that try to steal my avocados- they beat a hasty withdrawal to the oak tree.
i travel on my belly, eating off the fat of the land. and boy, i’m ready to eat! i can smell the ratatouille cooking through the kitchen window. mom makes it with eggplant and petite-diced tomatoes and chopped flat-leaf parsley and a dash of dry white wine. bon appetite!