At first, the young Baron Wallace didn't care about the french fries that the people in his town were enjoying.
He wasn't really a fan of french fries, but then his stomach growled as he watched the townspeople devour their hot and crispy fries.
The delicious smell of the fries wafted through the air, tempting his senses.
His mouth watered at the sight of the golden, crisp potatoes, and he could see the expressions of pure bliss on the hungry diners with each bite.
There was the elderly white haired woman, her wrinkled face lit up with childlike wonder as she savored every morsel.
The thin, fragile skin of her hands trembled slightly as she raised each fry to her lips. "Uhmmm, lovely," she spoke, her clouded eyes alive with the unrestrained light of joy that Wallace couldn't relate to.
