Mushy fish
I hate fish. The revolting mushy fish that sits on the side of my plate. When I eat it I feel like I am going to faint. I don’t dare to eat a plate that has revolting mushy fish on it. Not even normal fish or fish sticks or pieces. Yuck I would say when I look at fish. When it gets to dinnertime I go to my plate, see the juicy salad with light red tomatoes, and green as grass lettuce and cucumber and soft squishy yellow cheese but then I look at the side of my plate and there it was the yucky mushy fish yuck. I would not eat it not even a tiny spot. Just looking at it makes me get the shivers. I don’t have to eat it and I won’t eat it, not even for pudding no way. When I eat it I feel an explosion of it in my mouth down my throat and in my tummy it makes me feel sick. As soon as it goes down my throat I feel really weird. The last time I ate the revolting mushy fish I took a piece of it and put it in my mouth and…yuck I couldn’t eat it ever again it tasted like a mouthful of sick. Even a touch of its scaly skin makes me say ewe. When I ask what’s for dinner sometimes dad says fish and I would say not that revolting mushy fish again.
Wow that is good.I love the bit when it says The revolting mushy fish that sit on the side of my plate
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wow jasmine that is a very cool stoy
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