Poem #78: Toast
Red hot metal burns its marks and its heat into the soft bread making it harder and crumbier the soft butter melts into each pore of wheat disappearing and softening the bread once more leaving it soft and golden. ~bhscorch [!
The Peaches of Easter
A finely shaped lapine soaked in the hue of wheat and gold studied the mouse in intrigue and amiable cheeriness.
The Act of Finding
And nibbled on his honey-wheat roll some more. chew-chew. "mm." a breath. "well ... you're right. so what if she, of all furs, caught me pawing?
Unholy Creatures
Trampling the farmer's crops and tearing up his fences, the dragon tore through the wheat fields with apathy, approaching the pen of goats near by to it.
Working on the farm
The food that they had consisted of grass, wheat, and cud.
Ander - Chapter 7, Subchapter 72
She tried to push it out with her tongue, but that didn't work either, and all she got for her troubles was the dry, dusty taste of old wheat.
Farm Dogs
Deviantart: me: fiigffdf12 ace: ace sketchit chapter 1 a little collie lay her head on her paws, staring out at the golden wheat fields. she sighed heavily, and started panting. it was a hot summer day, and her long fur was not helping her get cooler.
A New World Part 2
When we broke through the forest did i see it...fields...endless fields of wheat. only then did i remember that before alexander and i crashed, right before entering the forest i saw tons of wheat fields like the ones in north dakota or idaho.
Our Love So Pure Part One: A Day in the Real World
White, wheat, rye, or barley?" talus quickly made up his mind. "uh, wheat." "ok lovers," she said as she read her notes. "that's a melinda's special with hash browns and a big skillet with sausage and wheat toast?"
Ander - Part 6: Subchapter 164
She tried to push it out with her tongue, but that didn't work either, and all she got for her troubles was the dry, dusty taste of old wheat.
10KLY2: Chapter 7
It's 16 percent, which is a little high for wheat, so we'll go once around the field and stop. it should be dry enough to continue in a few hours, and the little tough wheat we put in the bin won't spoil the rest."
Host's Soup (Otherwise Untitled)
The adjacent box of powdered wheat and bottle of meal-o-drunk did little to tempt her hand. confident that he could likely hear her, she called out her inquiry, "hey, france, you like onion?"