Edible Imagination

Baby Yoda woke up craving chicken nuggies. Strange. Baby Yoda had never seen a chicken before. Perhaps chickens moved like blurrgs, waddling across the scalding sand on two legs. They might squeak and chatter like pit droids in search of a replacement part that has never existed. Baby Yoda imagined a slow-moving, fast-talking, feather-bearing speeder bike, and quickly decided that eating such a thing would surely disrupt his digestive system No, it would be best to stick with froggy nuggies. The way the legs flailed, like interpretive dancers responding to the whims of nature, satisfied even the grumbliest of tummies.

Ariel M. Goldenthal can be followed on Twitter @ArielGoldenthal.

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