My friend Jennifer Jane and I checked out Food Truck Friday at Roger Williams Park Carousel last week, which proved to consist of many, many food trucks and many, many people lined up for said food trucks.
But we did less checking out than Moonie.
I think he sampled every single item. He can swirl like the Tasmanian devil – a tiny, crazy blur but with a flash of pink – and unleash his appetite on anything.
O’Crepe? Not safe from Moonie.
Friskie Fries? Aptly named for my nude little dude.
Careful, folks; before you bite into that taco, or bowl of noodles, or plate of chicken, just make sure a tiny pink-haired dude isn’t already in there, nibbling away at your food.