Someone had put a chocolate cake in the fridge.
The fridge was a communal one, belonging to Mr and Mrs Thompson, the kind and generous owners of the Te Aroha resort. People were welcome to come and stay for a few nights (for a small fee of course), pitch their tent or park their van, and use the fridge and ovens provided for them. They were required to – and a very small requirement, Mr Thompson thought – simply stick a note on their food stating which family it belonged to and the dates they would be staying. Therefore people would only touch their own food, and in return, others would leave theirs alone.
Mr Thompson had mad
The Bright Side of Dyslexia by BatmanWithBunnyEars, literature
Literature
The Bright Side of Dyslexia
I was born with auditory dyslexia.
I once heard of someone who wrote, directed, and coastguard in their own movie.
I knew what the right word was, but it still got me thinking:
About the invigorating music of waves crashing against my vessel,
The challenge of serving to the best of my skills,
The pride of keeping the shores of my homeland safe.
That was how I found my career,
And it's been just as rewarding as I had hoped.
An episode of CSI mentioned literature marks on the vic's neck,
Which inspired a fulfilling side project of poetry.
In a later CSI, taunts were exchanged:
"I'm the king of the jingle here!