Fury, Eliot style

Eliot got as angry as I have ever seen her when I dragged her away from the fun in the alley and installed her in the kitchen. She threw herself into her tiny armchair and sat there scowling with chin down, intermittently jerking her whole body and making little screams. Eventually one of these movements led to a clonking of the head and rage was released in tears. Mid-sob she managed to come out with "A fruit leather would make me better!". And it did, instantly.