Ruby C. 3G

                 Smoothie Attack

Plop, Plop, Plop.  In went the strawberries.  My mom was making a smoothie.  “Ruby, do you want me to make you sorbet or do you not want it?” my mom called.  “I am not hungry right now.  You can make a smoothie.”  I answered.  So my mom put in the plunger and started the engine.  Suddenly the half-made smoothie was not in the blender.  It was on the ceiling and on the floor and on the counter and on my mom’s favorite shirt.  My mom was frantically trying to turn off the blender but the switch was stuck.  When she finally turned off the blender smoothie was everywhere.  Then I burst out laughing.  I just could not help it.  My mom looked shocked at the mess.  I took a paper towel and stated to wipe off the mess.  When my dad came home from work, he took one look at the kitchen and starting laughing.  What a mixed up afternoon I thought.