I cut it into pieces and stabbed my fork into it. I could taste them, covered with maple syrup, sliding down my throat and hear my family gobbling them up. I could feel my cold knife and fork in my hands and see them cutting my meal into pieces. I could smell my favourite food sizzling in the pan and they are pancakes.
Scrumptious!
ReplyDeleteHI Jaime
ReplyDeleteI really like how you painted pancakes in your head.
By Willie
Hi jaime it made me feel like i want to have some
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