Tosh frowned. Despite feeding it sensibly, Dizzy the Flufflet was starting to look like a purple and black sausage, and getting rather heavy to carry in her bag on her way to work. She couldn’t understand it.
“Looks like you need to go on a diet,” she told it. “Less food and more exercise should slim you down. I don’t know how you can be so fat on a diet of fruit and vegetables.”
It wasn’t until later at the Hub that she realised the problem wasn’t what she was feeding Dizzy, but what it was getting from everyone else.