La Pequeña Lulu - Y Mafalda

Lulú looked at it, then folded it into a paper airplane. "This is sad. But you know what stops wars? Not enough people playing."

Mafalda looked up, puzzled. "Play? Don't you see? The world is on the brink of a nuclear catastrophe. The grown-ups are irresponsible, the soup is getting cold at home, and humanity is running out of common sense."

Lulú winked at Mafalda. "See? Grown-ups run on flattery and coffee." la pequeña lulu y mafalda

Mafalda hesitated. "That's... primitive. But effective."

Lulú picked up the spoon, inspected the soup, and made a face. "Okay. Plan A: Hide it in the plant. Plan B: Trade it with the dog. Plan C: Make the adult think eating it was their idea." Lulú looked at it, then folded it into a paper airplane

"That’s impossible," Mafalda said.

They played. The boy lost. Mafalda gave a five-minute speech on the futility of conflict. The boy just shrugged and said, "You’re weird, but you throw marbles well. Truce?" Not enough people playing

"My mother insists it has vitamins," Mafalda whispered dramatically. "But I suspect it's a punishment for asking where wars come from."