A lonely can sit’s on a dark gloomy bench with only a spot of moon for comfort.The shadow of a hand holding a mysterious machine casts over the bench.
The sharp blade of the machine meets the rusty old can’s edge.
There is a slight squeaky noise as the lid of the can is pushed up to reveal a slimy, lumpy red inside. The content is poured into a into a shiny silver pot that stands out in the darkness.
The heat in turned on and the sizzling begins….
By Libby & Ella
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