Suzanna

The Tan Test

And that night, like all other nights, the Tan family had no clue what to do for dinner. The weather had gotten all global-warmified and Mrs Tan wasn’t feeling too good. Result? The Tan family was left meal-less for nearly a week. Tonight would be the eighth night.
The seven itsy children looked up at Mr and Mrs Tan with their big black eyes. Mr and Mrs Tan looked at each other with their big black eyes. And then. Just like that. No, actually with a pop! Mr Tan had a little bulb hovering over his head. Mrs Tan lit it with the flick of a switch. Click.
Let’s go out and eat.
Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!
Said all the itsy children altogether.
So it was decided that Mr Tan would have a nice juicy steak, Mrs Tan would have a seafood risotto and the junior Tans would have strawberry soda pop, lemon meringue pie, a lamb burger, french fries with oodles of ketchup, shepherd’s pie (for the oldest one), con carne cajun and fish fingers.
Yummy! Yummy! Yummy! Yummy! Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!
What a good time we’ll all have.
And to the restaurant they all went. All neat, in a line and all, you know. They were a very well-behaved family, and Mrs Tan made sure everyone was as propah as propah as ever.
Left, left, left right left. Left, left, left right left.
Haaa-aaalt.
The whole Tan file came to a screeching halt.

“Oh, this restaurant doesn’t let in ants”, said the juniorest Tan, big huge tears welling up in her big black eyes.

(On one of the pillars near one of the tables at Café Fresco’s)