Week 29 The Cafe by Colin

I strolled into the new café “Melted Giraffe Café”. The smell of brown salt and cooked giraffe was strong. The service was very nice and I got my chicken wings in no time. I ordered a 99 cone but it melted in my hand. After I finished my food, my fingers were very greasy. I washed my hands and left the café. I walked down to the beach and set up my blanket. Suddenly, I saw something glimmer out of the corner of my eye. I crawled over and dug it up. Unexpectedly, a gush of wind swept me up and dropped me in a weirdly strange land. “Where am I?” I muttered…