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The explanation

Hi, Moira’s fans! Ping here. This is the first time I’ve been asked to write on someone’s personal blog, and it’s an honour³. I note that last week Moira promised us an explanation and have taken it as my personal responsibility to uphold that promise. Thus, here is my explanation:

On her way home, Moira encountered a giant robot¹. The robot blocked her way and threatened to eat her. “Please don’t eat me!” cried Moira.

“But I have nothing else to eat,” said the robot. “I will eat you now.”

For a moment everything seemed hopeless. Then Moira remembered a little-known fairytale she had heard as a small child:

The Robot Who Wanted to Eat Inge
by Hans Christian Andersen²

On her way home, Inge encountered a giant robot. The robot blocked her way and threatened to eat her. “Please don’t eat me!” cried Inge.

“But I have nothing else to eat,” said the robot. “I will eat you now.”

For a moment everything seemed hopeless. Then Inge remembered that her mother had taught her how to make abelskivers using the apples in the magical apple grove by her house. It was said that each year among all the apples that grew in the apple grove, there would be one magical apple. The magical apple, when made into an abelskiver, would cast a spell on whomever ate it so they would never go hungry again.

So Inge said, “You don’t need to eat me. Come with me and I will make you some abelskivers.” And the robot followed her home.

Inge prepared the abelskivers anxiously, because she knew that only one apple a year was magical.

“You had better hurry up,” said the robot. “I am very hungry, and if those abelskivers aren’t ready soon I think I will just eat you instead.”

But the abelskivers were ready just in time, and Inge was lucky. The robot ate all the abelskivers voraciously, including one that cast its spell over the robot, and Inge and the robot became friends.

Maybe this is a Danish robot, Moira thought to herself. So she said, “Come with me and I will make you some abelskivers.” And the robot followed her home.

Moira prepared the abelskivers anxiously, because she had no access to any magical apples or magical apple groves.

“You had better hurry up,” said the robot. “I am very hungry, and if those abelskivers aren’t ready soon I think I will just eat you instead.”

But the abelskivers were ready just in time. And Moira discovered that it wasn’t the apples that were magical; the magic was in the recipe. The abelskivers she made were so good that not only was the robot’s hunger satiated, but the robot also instantly fell in love with her, as shown by the swirl of hearts above its head, the roses, and the box of chocolates.

1. The robot in the picture is small, but that is only because of a perspective trick with the camera. Moira is a very clever photographer. The robot is in fact twenty feet away and the stereo in the background is the size of a city block. (Consequently, Moira also hosts excellent dance parties.)

2. Not really. But at least he’s Danish.

3. After this, she might not ask me to post here again. But I still have a week left to post silly things on her blog.