Wednesday, August 31, 2016
The Popping Oysters
It was a burning hot day and the sun was shining bright.
We cooked the oysters on the blazing fire. The oysters were
popping they flew into the sky like a bird rising out of the water.
I was exhausted. I was sweating, the sweat dribbled down my body like a slippery snail. Afterwards all the work paid off as we were eating it and it was tasteful.
By Quin
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