As everyone sat down for lunch on Monday, Amy had butterflies. The camera crew were there. The dinner tables were all full. And there was a very strange smell coming from the school kitchen. She really hoped it wasn't…
“Snail stew!” smiled her mum, coming out of the kitchen. She put one dish on every table. There was a SCRAPE! as every single child pushed their chair back in horror.
There was a GASP! as every single child smelled the savoury snaily smell.
Then there was a dead silence. You could have heard a breadcrumb drop.