Mr. Fagina got back to his Daughter in short order. The adbomanious little girl was laying naked and bare on the sofa where he had left her.
"It isn't ready yet, Sand." he said. "Oh, I know my little baby girl is not satisfied until she has had it! I can tell that beautiful belly needs it --another big hot dinner is coming just as soon as posable, Sand! . . . It will just be a little while still, Sand, I am making something a little bigger for your belly to get good a full on before you go to bed tonight, Honey. . . . Sand, would you like me to bring you a cold pie to snack on between your hot dinners now? I don't want to see you with an empty belly -ever!" he said cooing to her.
The man brought his little girl a whole pie just as a snack. Sandy grinned like a greedy little kitten-cat and almost literality purred as her Daddy pushed a spoonful of rich, sticky, cold apple pie brought up from the reserve pie-safe in the cellar.
The little girl's milk teeth chewed each spoonful of pie and her round little tongue licked her sticky round, little lips.
She swallowed the whole pie spoonful by spoonful and her Daddy just spoon fed everything in her lush, greedy, little mouth.
The pie was like nothing to the beautiful bottomless pit of a child. She asked for More.
"MOAR! Daddy, MOAR! I gotta halfff MOAR!" said the gorgeous, bloated, cutie, little Italian butterball.
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