Moody Moments . . .

As I slowly walked on the smooth grey path near the bakery I stopped, I sniffed the air. My tummy began to gurgle and grumble. As I stared at the food in the bakery my mouth began to water, sweat trembled down my cheeks. My tummy rumbled and squirmed even more, it wouldn’t stop. Before I knew my face was sitting right against the glass window. I licked my lips. I rubbed my hands together, sweat appeared. I couldn’t stop my nose, tummy, hands or sweat, it just kept carrying on. I couldn’t help it, plus there was nothing else to do, so I followed the delicious scent into the bakery.
By J.C