The golden bulb of terror
I stare at the dandelion ball of yellow as it glimmers in the sun.
It feels round and bumpy with canary specks all over.
As it gets cut open the smell of lemonade immediately fills the room.
The essence of the the slices smell irresistible.
I can just imagine the exquisite sour taste entering my mouth.
I pick it up.
Just a tiny bit of it explodes in my mouth.
As it bite more into it I get forced to pull a sour face.
It tastes good and bad at the same time.
Someone stop it before the sour taste takes over!
I’ve never tasted a lemon before!
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