"I think it eludes me too," she said wryly. "Twentieth-century roundworld children seem to have ... interesting taste. That or their parents' notions of it are decidedly odd."
She looked around and, hazarding a guess, ducked into Clarabelle's Frozen Yogurt (http://www.mouseplanet.com/guide.php?pg=AAF401). And was rewarded with the sight of a beautiful little bottle with the words "DRINK ME" on it.
She opened it and sniffed; it was, she thought, one of the most delicious things she'd ever smelled, and she very nearly tasted it before realising that would be an exceptionally stupid thing to do. She closed the bottle back up and went back outside.
"I believe I've found something," she called out to John, holding up the bottle.
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She looked around and, hazarding a guess, ducked into Clarabelle's Frozen Yogurt (http://www.mouseplanet.com/guide.php?pg=AAF401). And was rewarded with the sight of a beautiful little bottle with the words "DRINK ME" on it.
She opened it and sniffed; it was, she thought, one of the most delicious things she'd ever smelled, and she very nearly tasted it before realising that would be an exceptionally stupid thing to do. She closed the bottle back up and went back outside.
"I believe I've found something," she called out to John, holding up the bottle.