t is golden brown, stuffed with blue berry. The smoke coming out is like a cloud. It looks like a piece of a sun.

The edges are crunchy, other parts are soft like cotton. It tastes sweet, juicy, soft and fresh like mummy's cakes and like berrys cut from a tree. It smells like my mother's orange cakes when mummy is getting it out from the oven. I am going to eat it after lunch. I am going to gobble it in one minute.

This pie makes me happy like the sound of my guitar.