"SHRIMP! I NEED SHRIMP!" I yelled to my mother. She looked at me, surprised, and ran out of the house. A few minutes later my mom bounded in with a fudge-ton of shrimp. I got straight to work with shelling, and seasoning them with some marvelous spices. I then placed the shrimp into a pan and put the heat to high, after a few minutes I flipped the shrimp and let them sit for a few minutes.
I then served those suckers to my slaves.
6 comments:
The first sentence got my attention for sure. Yuck, but I do love some shrimp just hope I don't have to be a slave to get some. Thanks for the fun story.
Hmmm. This may put me off from eating shrimp for quite a while! Were you trying to gross out your readers?
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Hello Sara GC, thanks for your comment, I really appreciate the feed back. The story was not supposed to gross anyone out, but a few shying away from my favorite food means more for me!
This story is so funny! I love how your mom just look at you for a bit. Very good.
Nice job! This was very entertaining! Sound like you had a pretty great food adventure.
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