Today, a booming voice bellowed,” Lucy shall be the judge
of the cooking competition.” I was so delighted to be chosen, that I went home
and told my mum. “I am the judge for competition!” I screamed.
“Congratulations
dear!” mum responded.
The days passed
by, then the competition arrived. My mouth starts watering when it comes to
custard. And guess what? One of my friends, or should I say enemy, had prepared custard. I took a chance and tasted it; it custard
tasted like... sludge mixed with horse dung. After all, being the judge wasn't as amusing as
I thought it would be!
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