"Eat the lamb, and you will be done," replied a wizened, older mother of some ten thousand years as she turned to her young, 2730 year old daughter Kidagakash, a beautiful white-hair child of Mediterranean complexion enhanced by her blue bikini top and bottom which showed every inch of the little girl's smooth, tanned stomach. Moisture from an earlier swim surrounded the pearls of Kidagakash's bracelets as an opalescent hue of rainbows danced across the smooth surface of the gemstones.
The inside of the royal palace was opulent, to say the least: The violet, plush pillow Kidagakash curled up in was embroidered wih gold-laced silk it seemed, and just in front of the stuffed Atlantean child and her plush seat sat a knee-high coffee table interlaced with alternating diamond bands of emeralds and sapphires. As Kidagakash cut into the one-pounder of lamb meat, she felt her bloated stomach press against her chest. Bracing her arms across, Kida's mother grew annoyed when she saw her daughter pout.
"Mommy, I am stuffed! I don't want to pop-"
Kidagakash was cut off by her own mother, who sat down right next to Kida's lounge pillow and spoke in a low voice.
"My child, you are a growing girl two thousand years into the present," the mother began. Before Kida could remark back, her brilliant blue eyes went up in shock just when the older woman stuffed a forkful of lamb meat into the 2,000 year old child's five-year old gullet. Just when Kida caught her breath did the older woman stuff some more lamb into Kida's stomach.
"If you want to be beautiful, you've got to get big and strong, Kida."
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