I'll state my mind.
I was thinking the same thing!
p.s.—- I had one in red…
Chores! I had a plethora of them when I was a teen and I only got $20 a week!
Warm Apple Pie Filling, a drizzle of Caramel and topped with whipped cream! Yummy!
Aaahhh! Checking the statement … “A Snowballs Chance in H*ll”!
Indeed. She’d evacuate anything that she had consumed previous to that point, along with the dirt. :)
Her story seems to end better than that of ‘The Little Match Girl’…
“..But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall—frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. “She wanted to warm herself,” people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year."
The height of the hat… the Size of the EGO.