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Pumpkin Description

As I ripped through the green pumpkin, big and juicy, with my knife, concocted of steel, I gasped in horror at those eyes.

I picked it up from its hook-like stem, glaring at its bushy green colour, with patches of yellowish orange, the colours over the miniature hill like lumps. I felt its smooth, though bumpy, surface, and sniffed, and smelt nothing. But as I stabbed my knife straight through, the aroma came into my small nose. It was no longer a large sized apple, it was two halves, and I lurched at it with my teeth, tasting all its vitamin C.

      By Baldeep  6H

Sketches of Confucius