Saturday, January 18, 2014

Week 2 Eesha

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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