"My son told me once he had fallen in love with a donut who went to his same school..." Mrs Garcia used to tell her acquaintances.
As expected, all her acquaintances immediately wanted to know what her son had actually fallen in love with.
"She was naturally a girl", she explained. "Yet, she did look like a donut, she even had a kind of hole in the middle of her stomach; it was the largest navel one could have ever seen".
"And did the story end happily?", the curious acquaintances would ask then:
"Well, not too well", Mrs Garcia had to recognise. "My son couldn't maintain the relationship with that girl for too long..."
"Why?"
"Because the doctor order him to be on a diet"
Frantz Ferentz, 2015
