Crayfish

The shrimps believe that the little boys had eaten them when they were little, that shrimps were a magic food that I still don't understand. It's like a drunkard stretching out of his lap, swelling and stretching. It's a little shrimp slice. It's full of plates. Shrimp chips are easy to fry, and the heat of fire cannot be large or even more simultaneous. Remember when I was little, when I blew up, I ate, and I ate all. By the time of the month, the market had been sold out of sacked shrimp, coloured and white. Some of them came back, and when they blew up the rice, they were the rarest delicious, soft, smooth, salty ones in the world, and only the closest friends I could share with them