The Very Hungry Caterpillar - a Dietary Review

Ang: "Haha, and what do you make of his diet? Not enough protein? Were there any horrible bitter and watery vegetables?"

...What I think of his diet


1 Apple - okay, I like apples.

 2 Pears - also good, although I wouldn't eat two whole pears. Maybe in a nice chocolate sauce, or cooked in wine?

 3 Plums is a bit much. I would eat a plum, although I don't like plum skins much.

 4 Strawberries. No problem. I'd prefer them in a daiquiri, though.

 5 Oranges might be a bit much in one sitting, but over a whole day? plausible and enjoyable - maybe a bit boring after the second.

 Cake, Ice cream, pickle, cheese, salami, lollipop, cherry pie, sausage, cupcake - all good. Can't be doing with watermelon, though. Too watery.

 ONE NICE GREEN LEAF? FUCK OFF.
Looking forward to drinking nothing but nectar for the rest of my life.

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