And I love shrimps

When Nøste lived, we had a ration of two shrimp each divided up into small pieces, because my grand aunt could not bear shrimps. They just came up again! Now I have four shrimps on my own...

I sit patiently by my dad's feet, waiting to be served even though I could easily snatch some from newspaper on which the shrimps are thawing by the fireplace, but I'm disciplined and wait for my time!

Delicious!

May I have the shrimp?

Thank you!