The girl scooped up her tray and strode towards the judges’ table.
“Maisie, what have you cooked up for us today?”
“Chefs, today I’ve made you a special jerk pork stew.” Maise lifted the tray’s lid, revealing a cloud of rising steam and the stew, still bubbling in its serving dish.
“You face stiff competition from Henry; do you think this dish is good enough to eliminate him?”
Maise nodded with confidence.
“You said this was… pork?” The chef asked while prodding at a peculiar chunk of meat in the stew.
“Well, he was a pig,” Maisie shrugged.
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