She didn't understand it. She had tasted it herself and was sure it was worthy of the Pharaoh's tongue, but he had taken one sip and declared it horrible.
As Jasmine pushed herself to her feet, she glanced at the unwanted bowl and the puddle of soup that had been inside it. All that effort, gone to waste. She couldn't help but shed a tear (and for a snake that was something of a feat).
Well, I suppose I can't do anything but move on, the cobra finally decided.
Dusting the sand off her robe, she headed back inside to get out of the desert heat. She would return to that recipe later and make it even better. The Pharaoh seemed impossible to please sometimes, but that was no reason to stop trying...
A collab between and I. Normally when we do this, he will write out the story and I'll then illustrate a scene from it. This time we changed things up. I made the picture first, and then he constructed a story to go with it.
If you like this picture/story, please go let know as it would not be possible without his wonderful help.
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a young Buzzsaw knocked on Jasmine's door
Buzzsaw: Hello? Anyone home?