Mr. Plimsole: Yes, I think you're going to love it in Plump Avenue.
Anorexia: I'm a little concerned about the name, I might say.
Mr. Plimsole: I know. Malnutrition Road would have been less disconcerting but that's on the other
side of town at the end of the Donut Diner.
Anorexia: Another place to avoid then. They don't have a Celery Center do they?
Mr. Plimsole: I haven't heard of one and being normal why would I? You were joking right?
Anorexia: Er, yes, yes, for sure.
Mr. Plimsole: Oh, here's Carly doing one of her midnight power walks. She's a neighbor of ours.
Carly: Hiiiii, Can't stop, travelling at the full four miles an hour.
Mr. Plimsole: See you later then.. ..She used to dog walk but the poodle traveled too fast for her so
she had to give it up.
Anorexia: That's sad. How about a tortoise. No that would be too slow.
Mr. Plimsole: A lazy cat might do, but those don't take for being taken around on leads.
Anorexia: Oh, is this it? Number 14?
Mr. Plimsole: Yes, there's Maisie inside. She's been housebound of late.
Anorexia: Oh, dear. Did she hurt herself.
Mr. Plimsole: No, its account of her weight. She ballooned a little and now she's exercising the air
out of her before she takes to the outside air again. She walked that treadmill five miles a day without
leaving the room.
Anorexia: Wow, folks have so much to do on Plump Avenue!