레드와인 made by Hero

“As I stepped into the room, my heart sank. There was a big mess on the floor, and it looked like someone had spilled red wine everywhere. The smell was overpowering, like a mixture of vinegar and metal. I knew I had to act fast before it stained the carpet permanently.

 

I looked around for something to clean it up with, but there was nothing nearby. I quickly ran to the kitchen and grabbed a roll of paper towels. I raced back to the room and started wiping away at the mess.

 

“Who did this?”, I thought while I tried to make it all clear. At that time, my older sister was coming into the house, and she screamed. She saw all the mess in the house and thought it was all my fault. When she screamed, I just tried to do what I had to do. I knew apologizing for these things would not be helpful right now. But she presumed my silence was because of my guilt.

 

As we finished cleaning, we heard a faint whimpering sound coming from the other room. Curious, we walked over and discovered our puppy lying in a pool of red wine. The poor thing had been playing in the mess and had managed to get it all over herself. We both burst out laughing at the sight of her, and the tension in the room dissipated. It was a strange turn of events, but at least we had found the source of the mess.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Upon entering the room, my heart dropped as I beheld a ghastly sight. The floor was strewn with a massive spillage of deep red liquid, akin to the appearance of red wine. The pungent smell was overwhelming, a sickly blend of vinegar and metal, and I realized I had to act quickly to prevent the stain from setting permanently into the carpet.

 

After searching the immediate vicinity for cleaning materials and finding none, I rushed to the kitchen to procure a roll of paper towels. Returning to the room, I proceeded to clean the mess as best I could. It was then that my older sister entered the house and was met with the sight of the messy room. She immediately jumped to conclusions, assuming I was to blame for the disaster.

 

Despite her accusations, I remained silent, focusing on the task at hand. Apologizing would be fruitless at this point. However, upon completing the cleaning, I explained to my sister that the mess was not my fault, and she eventually came to understand my side of the story. As we finished discussing the incident, we were taken aback to find our beloved puppy, completely drenched in the same red liquid, having made an unexpected appearance in the room.”