It was a gray Buenos Aires afternoon. Mafalda sat on her favorite park bench, hugging her knees, watching a line of ants with deep concern.
Suddenly, a red balloon floated past, followed by a girl in a blue dress and a saucy black bob. It was Lulú, who had somehow wandered from her neighborhood in the United States into a very Argentine corner of the universe. la pequeña lulu y mafalda
Lulú blinked. Then she grinned. "So? Does running around screaming fix it?" It was a gray Buenos Aires afternoon
Mafalda looked at Lulú. Lulú gave a thumbs-up. hugging her knees