Look at me! I am thin and well eaten. It is impossible to look like that in the mirror.
Still full and round without a scratch. There has to be something wrong!
I heard Ruth talking about a magic mirror. It can’t be. Ruth had been nibbling on me at least for an hour before putting me down in front of this mirror.
When I look at myself I am still in tact. I felt her biting, heard her chew and swallow, still I am whole! Impossible! Scary, now someone else can also bite and chew on me!
Dream on baby, I am going to turn myself brown so nobody would like me.
Wishful thinking! I still look uneaten in the mirror!