Six words
The words:
Regulation
Crop
Sheet
Food
Coma
Belong
My effort
Napoleon undid his belt buckle and groaned as he slumped back on the couch. “I ate so much, I feel like slipping into a coma.”
Illya rolled his head towards him. “You are now one of us. You belong to the Kuryakin clan. What better way to celebrate bringing in a successful crop than with a feast?”
“At least I ate the regulation amount of your mother’s borscht.”
“She keeps a tally on a sheet, you know.”
“I figured as much.” He smiled at the figure carrying a platter from the kitchen. “So, now what?”
“The best of all – dessert!”
Regulation
Crop
Sheet
Food
Coma
Belong
My effort
Napoleon undid his belt buckle and groaned as he slumped back on the couch. “I ate so much, I feel like slipping into a coma.”
Illya rolled his head towards him. “You are now one of us. You belong to the Kuryakin clan. What better way to celebrate bringing in a successful crop than with a feast?”
“At least I ate the regulation amount of your mother’s borscht.”
“She keeps a tally on a sheet, you know.”
“I figured as much.” He smiled at the figure carrying a platter from the kitchen. “So, now what?”
“The best of all – dessert!”