As I twirled my pan with sizziling butter my stomach starts to rumble like a roaring dragon. The dough and flour between my fingers felt like slime moving all over. The heat of the fire made me feel like my head was stuck in a volcano. The scones tasted like melted gold. I licked my fingers and I drank my tea.
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Hi Seko,
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From Shaan
HI Seko
ReplyDeleteLOVE IT!!!!!!
It was awesome and really descriptive.
Keep up the stories.
Holly : )
Makes me want to be there Seko...fabulous writing :)
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