La Pequeña Lulu Y Mafalda |link| 〈TESTED 2027〉

It was a gray Buenos Aires afternoon. Mafalda sat on her favorite park bench, hugging her knees, watching a line of ants with deep concern.

Mafalda said, "You’re not very political, Lulú. But you’re not silly either. You’re... tactical." la pequeña lulu y mafalda

They arrived at Mafalda’s apartment. On the table was a bowl of cold, green soup—Mafalda’s arch-nemesis. It was a gray Buenos Aires afternoon

They watched the sky turn pink. For the first time in a long time, Mafalda didn’t think about wars or soup. She just watched a red balloon float up, up, up—carrying a tiny message she’d written inside: But you’re not silly either

Suddenly, a red balloon floated past, followed by a girl in a blue dress and a saucy black bob. It was Lulú, who had somehow wandered from her neighborhood in the United States into a very Argentine corner of the universe.