Back in Boise, that same little girl, the day after devouring the happy sandwich, decided to make a bowl of soup. She went to the cabinet to find some chicken noodle. She found 37 cans of Tamato. 37. Cans. Of. Tomato. It was very apparent that her parents were determined to starve her to death. She questioned each can, trying to determine why they were tomato. The cans, being unable to answer, increased her level of frustration. So she decided to try the soup. Opening the can, she somehow managed...