Every Sunday Grandpa made Harry a sandwich for lunch, and last week’s sandwich had been terrible. In between the sourdough, small, hard and white pieces of rice were scattered everywhere. Swaying from side to side the red jelly danced in the Sunday sandwich and big, fat extractions of cabbage sat, squashed under the jelly with bright green colour.
“Thank you, Grandpa,” Harry energetically sighed.
Harry shoved the slimy jelly and fat extractions of cabbage down his throat with a sly grin. The week before that, Grandpa made the world’s best sandwich! Between the 2 crisp pieces of bread, boneless ribs were over filling with taste. Tiny pieces of sleek fries were cooked to perfection and tsunamis of barbeque sauce were sprawled all over the little piece of perfection.
“Oh thank you, Grandpa!” Harry joyfully cried as he pounced on the sandwich from heaven.
Swiftly Harry munched through it like Pac man and leaving no crumb behind. Satisfied he liked his greasy lips. Grandpa placed Harry’s Sunday sandwich before he was an ordinary peanut butter sandwich. “Sorry” Grandpa sighed, “I was a bit busy working on a robot dog.”
This, Harry had to see. He raced down to the shed to see a medium sized cute robot dog. On the inside, shiny sheets of steel covered its electrical body. On the outside, the softest carpet there was covered the steel making it look like a fluffy pillow. Black sensor eyes gleamed in the bright rays of light and its ears flopped down like a t-shirt on the washing line.
Curiosity engulfed him as Harry asked, “Is this, for me?”
Grandpa enthusiastically shouted “YES!” . . .
Some great use of description here Harry. The word images you created were impressive - well done!
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