Day 14.

"So many rolls !" cried she, counting her ribs

So this is the illustration of this crazy thought I had a very long time ago.
There is something I call "poetic thoughts", it includes any sentence that pops into my mind and which is a bit crazy or improbable.
And this is the really first one, though I didn't recognize it at the time. I wrote it on a piece of paper about 4 or 5 years ago to make something of it one day.
So here it is.

Critiques are most welcome