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Once upon a time there was a squirrel called André. He was taught to eat walnut all his life, because his mother told it so. André never dared to go against his mother wishes, for he only wanted his mother to be happy, and proud of a squirrel like him. And one day while opening walnuts he suddenly had a revelation-

‘I think I’m sick of eating walnuts only. Why can’t I eat something else other than this silly brown, nutty chunk of thing?’

André’s mother walked out of the kitchen suddenly, with walnut flans fresh from the oven. Commanding for André to try her new dessert, André fidgeted nervously in his seat, trying to curb the spells of acid juice purging out of his small, knotted stomach- or was it his intestines? The flan looks so beautiful, so many of them, brown and white and charred black lying in the baking basket for André to choose from, he is absolutely spoilt for choices. He peeked at his mother, her eyes gleaming with such bright solemn it scares him. Did she catch him being flicked minded about these silly pastries; or was she calculating secretly how to parade him down the aisles with the walnuts in near future?

What an irony, now that he is given the chance to eat flan, yet he misses the walnuts. When his mother decides to break the news to him about walking the aisles, perhaps, he would regret then.

Poor flans; André should have known better. I discovered this revelation long ago, yet I wouldn’t perceive it like how André did of course. The flans had their revenge after all, as the healthier one managed to point her finger at him beaming brightly,” Told you it is merely a phase!”

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