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Hi, my name is Maridel, but my friends call me Mary. Not Ma-ry, but Mah-ry. I was biking with my dad and brother in the middle of Nowhere. Nowhere is the town I live in, but it looks pretty close to the middle of nowhere. Nowhere and nowhere are very different places. So we were biking in the middle of Nowhere, when I smelled something. It smelled like hot fudge, Neapolitan ice cream, whipped cream, and caramelized cherries combined into one food. Dessert Taco, I thought. I totally forgot that I was biking when I was whisked back into a very interesting memory. I was camping with my dad, brother, and friend. My friendโ€™s name was Marc, and he had agreed to come with us for a 5-day camping trip. We were in the middle of a deep, dark forest, but I wasnโ€™t scared of them because Nowhere was located near many big forests. It was about 11:00pm, and we were all sitting by the campfire. My smile was illuminated by the roaring fire that we were using to roast our marshmallows. โ€œTodayโ€™s the best day for a campfire!โ€ exclaimed Marc. My brother nodded, gobbling down his mostly burnt marshmallow. โ€œAfter a few more marshmallows, we have to go to sleep.โ€ said Dad. Dad was the only thing that kept us from not eating marshmallows up to 3 in the morning, because if he wasnโ€™t here with us, that is what we would have probably done. โ€œOk.โ€ we all chorused. After a bit, Dad put out the fire, and then we were just about to go to sleep when we heard a deep, hungry growl. My brother looked at me and asked nervously, โ€What was that?โ€ I shrugged my shoulders, peering around at the dark, trying to see if thereโ€™s anything there. Marc started to slowly walk into the forest, but jumped back suddenly, startled. His eyes were wide. โ€œT-Thereโ€™s a-a b-bear.โ€ he stuttered. I looked at Dad, waiting for him to do something. โ€œKids,โ€ he told us withย  reassurance. โ€œJust donโ€™t make any sudden movesโ€ Then the dark forest rustled, and a dark shadow slowly was creeping out. It was about 5 meters long, with a hump on its neck like a camel. It looked up at us with its little glossy, black eyes, and sniffed around. It kept sniffing, the trail leading up to Marc. Marc was waving his hands in front of the bear to stop him from coming towards him, but obviously that wasnโ€™t working. โ€œDon't move,โ€ said Dad. Marc stiffened up like a totem pole, and the bear walked around him, still sniffing. I whispered, โ€What is he looking for?โ€ The bear nuzzle gently went into Marc's right pocket. Mar started to look panicked. Dad gave him a Donโ€™t move or else it will tear you to shreds look . Marc, still looking panicked, tried to look as much as a pole as possible.ย  The bear finally pulled its nose out of Marcโ€™s pocket, a plastic bag hanging from its mouth, and then trotted over to the extinguished campfire. Marcโ€™s shoulders fell, so relieved that there was not a grizzly bear circling around anymore. But then he ran towards the bear, shouting, โ€œHey! Thatโ€™s my blended taco!โ€ My brother, Dad and I looked at each other, my brother with a disgusted look on his face. A blended taco ?! I thought. That does not sound appetizing at all. The bear was halfway through grinding the plastic bag to pieces, when Marc just snatched the half-torn bag from under the bear face, which would have earned him a bite, but thankfully that didnโ€™t happen. The bear just looked up at Marc just like how a baby looks at a mother when it got a scratch on its leg, on the brink of bursting into tears. โ€œOh, all rightโ€, Marc said. He reached inside the bag and pulled out a big water bottle. It was filled with a puke pink, but without the chunks in it. He opened the bottle, and dripped some of the liquid inside the bear's mouth. After the bear swallowed the drink, he looked exactly how I thought a bear would smile, then turned around and trudged off into the dark forest. My eyes zipped from Marc, to the puke bottle, to where the bear was sitting moments ago, and back again. Marc looked at Dad and said, trembling moderately, โ€What just happened?โ€ย 

And now weโ€™re sitting in the tent, all scrambling and yelling about what just happened. Marc yelled, โ€I was scared! It was circling around me like it wants to decide if Iโ€™m good for an omelets or a sandwich!โ€ My brother jumped in, saying, โ€It was a bear! When I go back to school, Daddy, Iโ€™m gonna tell Ms. Grebe that I saw a bear!โ€ Dad tried to calm us down, but that was not working at the moment. I said, โ€That was so cool! It was, like, right there, and Marc even gave it some of that puke stuff!โ€ When I mentioned the puke stuff, everyone froze. โ€œWhat?โ€ I asked, unsure of why they just all froze. โ€œMary,โ€ said Marc slowly. โ€œThis is not puke.โ€ I looked at him in disbelief. โ€œThen what IS it?โ€ I asked. โ€œI thought it was cat food for Marcโ€™s cat,โ€ my brother said shyly. Marc looked at my brother, surprised. โ€œI donโ€™t have a cat.โ€ said Marc. โ€œI know that,โ€ said my brother. โ€œBut I just thought you got one for your birthday maybe.โ€ย  I turned to Dad. โ€œWhat do you think it is?โ€ โ€œOk, why donโ€™t you just let me tell you WHAT IT ACTUALLY IS?โ€ Marc shouted, yelling over all of us at the end there. โ€œItโ€™s a blended dessert taco.โ€ Dad, my brother and I all got started on what the world that was, but then Marc butted in again. โ€œIโ€™ll tell you whatโ€™s in it if you would JUST LISTEN!โ€ We all went quiet. โ€œSo,โ€ Marc started. โ€œMy mom found out about these things called dessert tacos.โ€ We all opened our mouths, but he shushed us with his hand. โ€œTheyโ€™re made of Neapolitan ice cream, hot fudge, whipped cream, waffle cone shells, and cherries. So, we started making them for special events, like when I was elected for class president and when I went to that half-marathon. So when I told my mom I wanted to come with you on this camping trip, she made a dessert taco and blended it so that it wonโ€™t melt, and so that I can drink it whenever I want.โ€ We lookedย  at Marc in amazement. โ€œThatโ€™s cool!โ€ exclaimed my brother. โ€œWell,โ€ Dad said. โ€œYou canโ€™t drink out of that bottle anymore, because the bearโ€™s mouth touched it.โ€ Marcโ€™s expression sank. โ€œOh yeah.โ€ โ€œDo you want me to call your mom so she can pick you up?โ€ Dad asked. โ€œNo, I want to stay with you guys.โ€ said Marc. I smiled, and said, โ€So can we go to sleep now? Iโ€™m really tired from watching that bear deciding on how to cook you.โ€ Marc smirked at me and nodded his head. Dad turned off our electric lamp, and we all snuggled into our sleeping bags and dozed off.

I opened my eyes, panicking. โ€œIโ€™M BIKING!โ€ I thought. I had just gone into a memory while biking. I could have crashed!, I thought. I looked up at the building in front of me. The sign read, Bear Tacos, with a picture of a dessert taco loaded up with sweets. I looked down to the doors, where Marc ran towards me. He hugged me, while Iโ€™m still in disbelief. โ€œHi, Mary!โ€ Marc exclaimed, walking back from our hug. I pointed up to the building, too shocked to even talk. โ€œOh, yeah, my mom loved making dessert tacos so much that she started a business!โ€ A smile grew on my face. โ€œC-Could I h-have one?โ€ I asked, still nervous how I didn't crash earlier.. โ€œOf course you can! Which one?โ€ Marc asked. Then he started rambling about all the different kinds of dessert tacos that they sell. Donโ€™t get me wrong, I love dessert tacos, but I was just so confused at what had just happened, I didnโ€™t know what to think. We walked into the dessert-taco themed room, and Marcโ€™s mom came over to me and asked, โ€Would you like to have our chocolate drizzle special?โ€ I nodded my head, my tongue licking in hunger.ย  After a few minutes of me and Marc chatting, his mom brought my dessert taco over. When she left the table, I told Marc, โ€œThat camping trip was crazy.โ€ Marc nodded, his mouth full of ice cream. โ€œIth sor wasโ€ We both laughed, spraying Neapolitan ice cream everywhere. Dessert tacos, I thought. Are my favourite things ever.

October 01, 2020 15:40

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This story is really random, but I like it because its about one of my favourite things: FOOD! :)

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17:39 Oct 05, 2020

HAHAHAHA Wow Amethyst you really do love food! And since I know you in real life, I'm guessing some parts of this story actually happened to you before! This was hilarious (did I spell that right?) and from now on, I'm making you tell me every single detail about your camping trips (don't leave out the near-death experiences!) Great job! -Sapphire

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21:20 Dec 25, 2020

:DDD

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TJ Squared
17:18 Apr 10, 2021

wow, nice one! It was a bit hard to read with all of the paragraphs smashed together though. I've never heard of a dessert taco lol. I like biking (just not in the desert). I also like camping and being searched by a bear sounds so awesome (if you make it out alive). I like how she kinda dazed off and forgot that she was on her bike, so relatable!

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:D lol yeah, forgot to space them out ;P Oh yeah, I *boRrOwEd* it from a YT vid ;) yeah me too!!! :D yes, that's happened to me before, almost crashed into a sign lol~

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TJ Squared
19:55 Apr 10, 2021

lolol it happens tho.

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TJ Squared
21:53 Apr 10, 2021

noice moon btw :) *lets out a howl*

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shankssss *howls along ;]*

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