Firestone Hot Springs Paper Faces on Parade

"Well, naturally - how else would I have gotten this much flesh on my bones?" Nanny Apple replied, having no shame in the fact that she was far from from the young and dainty beauty of her youth. If you were in the wilds, being fat was actually a sign of achievement not something you should lament. 

"Too bad I encounter you this late - there was plenty of roasted food just before I ate it all," she decided to play on the weasel's nerves just a little more. "But my personal favorite is a crow. The heat makes the feathers fall off easily and gives an exotic taste to the flesh," she lied fluently without so much as blinking the eye. "Mice are excellent too, but they - for some reason - do not hang around here that often."