Once upon a time, there was a little girl whose name nobody remembered. Some called her Little Pink Dupatta because of all the pink stuff she wore, while others called her Chocorella because she loved chocolate. But alas, she could not have chocolate more than once a day, lest she grow out of all her pretty pink outfits.
One day on her way back home from work, Little Pink chanced upon a pretty little chocolate shop. It was two hours to supper, so she went in and asked the kind old man at the counter for a cup of dark hot chocolate. "Do you want your chocolate in a cuddle cup," the old man asked. "Yes, please," replied Little Pink.
It was then that she saw a little sign behind the counter:
HOT PANCAKES, VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE, RS 99 ONLY!
That's wonderful, thought Little Pink, I can have a pancake here and won't have to make dinner. Aloud, she said, "I'll also have a pancake, please."
"Will that be Vanilla, or Chocolate?" asked the kind old man.
"Vanilla," replied Little Pink. I couldn't possibly have chocolate pancake with hot chocolate, she thought, because there is such a thing as too much chocolate, even for Chocorella.
Minutes later, as she was sipping the steaming hot dark chocolate out of a big white cuddle cup, the pancake arrived - and it was nothing like anything Little Pink had seen before.
The thin little vanilla pancake was doused in chocolate syrup, sprinkled with chocolate chips, and topped with a large scoop of chocolate ice cream. Little Pink almost shrieked at the thought of eating all that chocolate before the ice cream melted under the hot chocolate syrup. I couldn't possibly waste all that chocolate now, she thought as she got down to the task of eating that big mountain of chocolate in front of her, careful not to get any chocolate stains on her pretty pink dress, trying her best not to look like one of those disgusting Cadbury Dairy Milk Silk ads on TV.
An hour later, a weary little girl in pink got back to her little cabin in the woods, her little belly full of delicious hot chocolate and chocolate ice cream and vanilla pancake, and a look of tired satisfaction on her face. She went to bed early that evening, promising herself to stay away from chocolate for a while. And sure enough, she did not have another piece of chocolate for the next... 12 hours.
Moral of the story:
There is no such thing as too much chocolate.
P.S. At the time of this story, Chocorella was 30 years old, but she was still called Little Pink because she's... short.
One day on her way back home from work, Little Pink chanced upon a pretty little chocolate shop. It was two hours to supper, so she went in and asked the kind old man at the counter for a cup of dark hot chocolate. "Do you want your chocolate in a cuddle cup," the old man asked. "Yes, please," replied Little Pink.
It was then that she saw a little sign behind the counter:
HOT PANCAKES, VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE, RS 99 ONLY!
That's wonderful, thought Little Pink, I can have a pancake here and won't have to make dinner. Aloud, she said, "I'll also have a pancake, please."
"Will that be Vanilla, or Chocolate?" asked the kind old man.
"Vanilla," replied Little Pink. I couldn't possibly have chocolate pancake with hot chocolate, she thought, because there is such a thing as too much chocolate, even for Chocorella.
Minutes later, as she was sipping the steaming hot dark chocolate out of a big white cuddle cup, the pancake arrived - and it was nothing like anything Little Pink had seen before.
The thin little vanilla pancake was doused in chocolate syrup, sprinkled with chocolate chips, and topped with a large scoop of chocolate ice cream. Little Pink almost shrieked at the thought of eating all that chocolate before the ice cream melted under the hot chocolate syrup. I couldn't possibly waste all that chocolate now, she thought as she got down to the task of eating that big mountain of chocolate in front of her, careful not to get any chocolate stains on her pretty pink dress, trying her best not to look like one of those disgusting Cadbury Dairy Milk Silk ads on TV.
An hour later, a weary little girl in pink got back to her little cabin in the woods, her little belly full of delicious hot chocolate and chocolate ice cream and vanilla pancake, and a look of tired satisfaction on her face. She went to bed early that evening, promising herself to stay away from chocolate for a while. And sure enough, she did not have another piece of chocolate for the next... 12 hours.
Moral of the story:
There is no such thing as too much chocolate.
P.S. At the time of this story, Chocorella was 30 years old, but she was still called Little Pink because she's... short.
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