How could there not be one of this? This was due since the shapes came into play. When a mother is in a constant quarrel with all things fat around and about her, how could she not make a doughy story out for daughter dearest. One which would flake up to being a fluffy, chewy thing of beauty, and joy. Patches of pink, orange, yellow, and outbursts of indigo in a whiteboard. Of how to deal with those lovely little soft layers of delicious puppy fat.
Cheek and Chin were best friends. While Cheek was all about being extrovert and approachable, well, rather cheeky in a word, Chin was the kind that always liked to remain hidden, but could hardly be so. They lived next to each other and lived a life like lovers did. One's happiness plumped the other gloriously, while one's downfall was shared like a shadow which couldn't be distinguished between two close souls.
Now, Cheek and Chin had a Big enemy who went by the name of one Mr Cheese. His main weapon was his bouquet of cheesy lines from which he was often found arrowing a line between the two, since he couldn't tolerate anyone in the pink of health, and happiness. A premium example of his lines, "Fat-Free Zone. Or, die alone!" Earlier, when he had failed in his extreme enterprise to divide the two buddies, he suffered reasonably from a lack of victory. So, he devised the age-old arrangement of building a wall to divide them.
All of them lived in a city of praises called Make-Up, which was, as seen from the above example heavily under the attack of the Cheese-Company. Gathering more alliances from the down-under region of Love-Handles, Thunder-Thighs, Muffin-Tops and Saddle-Bags, Cheek and Chin formed an army by the name of 'Full of Fat'. They were united in their right to exist. Slowly, in their counterattack, they turned into a huge round of unison. One couldn't even tell the difference of boundaries. Cheek and Chin became one, a conspiracy of cuteness. And, Cheese had absolutely no clue of where to build that wall. Their city was restored to the glory of acceptance, and not approval.
Cheek and Chin were best friends. While Cheek was all about being extrovert and approachable, well, rather cheeky in a word, Chin was the kind that always liked to remain hidden, but could hardly be so. They lived next to each other and lived a life like lovers did. One's happiness plumped the other gloriously, while one's downfall was shared like a shadow which couldn't be distinguished between two close souls.
Now, Cheek and Chin had a Big enemy who went by the name of one Mr Cheese. His main weapon was his bouquet of cheesy lines from which he was often found arrowing a line between the two, since he couldn't tolerate anyone in the pink of health, and happiness. A premium example of his lines, "Fat-Free Zone. Or, die alone!" Earlier, when he had failed in his extreme enterprise to divide the two buddies, he suffered reasonably from a lack of victory. So, he devised the age-old arrangement of building a wall to divide them.
All of them lived in a city of praises called Make-Up, which was, as seen from the above example heavily under the attack of the Cheese-Company. Gathering more alliances from the down-under region of Love-Handles, Thunder-Thighs, Muffin-Tops and Saddle-Bags, Cheek and Chin formed an army by the name of 'Full of Fat'. They were united in their right to exist. Slowly, in their counterattack, they turned into a huge round of unison. One couldn't even tell the difference of boundaries. Cheek and Chin became one, a conspiracy of cuteness. And, Cheese had absolutely no clue of where to build that wall. Their city was restored to the glory of acceptance, and not approval.
A week later, Cheek and Chin were elected as the High Commissioner and Under-Secretary of Make-Up. The first agenda they took up was to create Fitness. So they drafted an open invite to anyone who could propose a plan for the same to be executed at the earliest in their beloved city. Two applications interested them the most: Fit & Wit. And till they decided on who would win the crown, Cheek and Chin digested the formula to live happily with themselves, smeared in togetherness.
Stories are such wonderful things, you can sleep with them. As I told this story to my daughter, she interjected couple of times -
"Britannia Cheese?
Double Chin that you have?
If I play badminton will I be fit?"
I wish I could tell her just sleep a night full and fitness will be delivered made to order. Or, that we should not live along the lines of a story. It is, after all, a world of approvals we inhabit. If only we could turn it to self-approval. Perhaps, Fit & Wit will convey it for me!
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