Old McDonald had a wife (ee-ya-ee-ya-yoo). Her name was Sarah. While mummy liked coffee and comfy chairs, Sarah liked FOOD (which mummy liked, too, but of course admitting to just liking coffee and comfy chairs is much better PR). At first, Tara (who likes milk best), thought that hanging out in particular restaurants was not a good idea at all. But then... no no, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's get back to our tale.
Now, old McDonald conveniently also had a farm, and 'cause Sarah liked food so (as we have already established) he opened a fast food restaurant, where he served lovely red wrapping paper, beverages in plasticky paper cups, and some bread 'n stuff too, all day long. Also, balloons. Now these, Tara loved. Of course, at first she did not know that.
She thought she only loved red plasticky paper and cups and generally everything that mummy had. Or, alternatively, Sarah, cause the difference isn't so great at all.So while mummy and Sarah enjoyed the occasional foodthing and drink (old McDonald conveniently farmed beef, chicken, lettuce, tomato, potato and other other similar edibles), Tara gradually took to her weekly visits, and who can blame her!
There was the undeniable pleasure of having a social life, friends, and company, and also the added joy of being photographed every time. Who could say no to that?!
Smile!
Then, one fine day, mummy had enough of Tara scoffing wrapping materials, and generously purchased Tara's first foodstuff at uncle McDonald's restaurant: A white bread roll, sliced and toasted, hot and wrapped in its own delectable sheet of wrapping material, all just for her, and all just for 30p. Oh, how she loved it! And mummy and Sarah leaned back, and took pictures of the spectacle of Tara scoffing her first burger. A joy it was to behold! And here, the story ends, and all live happily ever after, and only occasionally suffer indigestion.
Scoff, scoff, munch, munch(Yes, Old McDonald also had a clown, but he does not feature in our tale.)
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