Jack Sprat looked longingly across the table. His wife had done it again. His plate held a stalk of celery, some brown rice and a lump of hummus. Hers was piled high with burgers, fries, the greasiest of pizzas…but this was a deliberate torture. And she would never, ever share.
So, as I was writing this, I remembered that some of my readers may be unfamiliar with the nursery rhyme that I'm referencing here, so I'm including it below for context:
Jack Sprat could eat no fat.
His wife could eat no lean.
And so between them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.
That always sounded a little suspicious to me 🤔
But anyhow, if you'd like to write a 50 word Zapfic too, all the details are over here.
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