The sight of a store ahead
Was surely a beacon of life
Walking for so long
His body was about to giveup
Scorching sun kept on pounding
As breeze seemed to be on break
After so long, a sign appeared
A jolt of life for dying senses
He paced up his steps
With all what was left
The door was wide open
As he was expected there
His wiped his blurry eyes
And looked around
A bright white fridge
At the end of isle
Full of juicy wonders
For his dried throat
One after one
Empty boxes fell on floor
His senses returned to normal
Blurred vision faded away too
Mind finally got at ease
As he took a deep breath
Looking at litter below his feet
He noticed something strange
He picked an empty box
And read what it said:
Petit ange, chiot, jus
Saveur de fraise
With a confused mind
He walked to the counter
The cashier gave him a look
As if he was out from this world
He held the box in his hands
And translated out:
Little angel puppy juice
Strawberry flavor!
For The Daily Post’s Juicy, Blur, Translate
Added for RDP Friday – Confusion
The end…I didn’t see that coming, love it!
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