In A Class
Room Full Of Screeching Children. We were making ice cream.
She put us
in a group of three James, Amy and I. In an bag you put milk, icing sugar and
vanilla essence. And in another bag you put ice and sugar. Put the small bag
inside the big bag and rub together. Shaking, burning like a furnace, hard,
stinging and freezing. You feel like you’re going faint because of the cold.
It’s hard to keep your and on the bag. It’s the test of toughness. It makes you
feel like your climbing up a mountain it’s awesome.
I pick up
the spoon and stick it in the bag and scoop up the mouth-watering, milky bubbly
mess. It tastes like heaven marshmallows. Laughs of delight fill the air. I
love failed ice cream.
It was lots
of fun making ice cream and I hope to do it again. Thanks Mrs Ferguson
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