“Stop eating mud!” My mom yells, lifting me up at the same time. I twist and turn, making one last-ditch effort to grab the ‘cake’ before she mercilessly carries me away.
The beach table is laden with delicacies capable of making one’s mouth water, but I only have eyes for the chocolate cake in front of me. I dig into it ravenously, ignoring the crowd who watch me amusedly. The cake tastes slimy and sticky, not exactly how I imagined it would be. But as I chew more, it keeps getting better. I open my mouth for another generous bite...
“Stop eating mud!” My mom yells, lifting me up at the same time. I twist and turn, making one last-ditch effort to grab the ‘cake’ before she mercilessly carries me away. |
"Classic"
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