POTATO MOON, Chapter 60: “A Vole New World” by MIchael Pullman

“Cor,” said the pseudo-British Vole. “You ain't half baked, Guv.” He nibbled again at the Potato Goddess's feet, which greatly annoyed her while also slightly turning her on.

“Stop that!” she shouted. “I did not construct a flaky, tender mortal form, swathed in butter, sour cream, and just a little bit ...