La Pequeña Lulu Y Mafalda File

"That’s impossible," Mafalda said.

Mafalda touched her forehead in alarm. "Wrinkles? At six? Oh no. That’s it. I’m forming a union against premature aging." la pequeña lulu y mafalda

It was a gray Buenos Aires afternoon. Mafalda sat on her favorite park bench, hugging her knees, watching a line of ants with deep concern. "That’s impossible," Mafalda said

Mafalda’s eyes widened. "Trick them? But that's... dishonest. Unless it's for the greater good." She paused. "Tell me more." hugging her knees