They look so perfectly tasty. So perfectly round. So perfectly fluffy. So perfectly lacy.
Ella sniffed in her delicate way.
I pounced in my indelicate way on the puff so perfectly displayed. With my one bite, I found it in flight. I was grasping at air feeling despair as my treat floated off anywhere.
It lost its shape. It had no drape.
Jasper thought he might be able to get just one bite, but there really wasn’t anything there.