Margie Polkinghorn

supermarket

One day, my father bought a lot of fruit from the supermarket. I couldn't wait to run over and found a strange fruit. Its body is covered with thorns, like a hedgehog, a careful smell is still a little smelly. I asked my father: "Hey, dad, how did you buy a rotten fruit?" Dad smiled and said nothing. When I looked at the label, it was called durian.