The Disgusting Dinner
As the revolting, table smell travelled towards my poor
nostrils I heard my mum call out, “ come to the kitchen table!”.
The smell got stronger and stronger as I walked very
slowly towards the kitchen. My heart sank like a balloon
falling from the ear as I prepared myself for the revolting
taste.
I tentatively opened the kitchen door and the ghastly
smell was revolting!!! I saw orangery brown beans
lying there like little rocks.
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