Ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill, ill.

I hate feeling ill.

It’s been too long, and I still feel so rough.

I think you should invent some magic pills for me,
Because the ones I have taken today have done nothing!

And I don’t mean magic pills that make a beanstalk – although that might be cool, if there is no scary giant up there.

And yes of course they would have to be pink!