Lulu Y Mafalda: La Pequeña

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?"

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. la pequeña lulu y mafalda

Mafalda touched her forehead in alarm. "Wrinkles? At six? Oh no. That’s it. I’m forming a union against premature aging." They played