Show+Not+Tell+2+(Winny+Susanto)

=The bakery early in the moning= = = =Aahhh... it was a bright morning, the birds chirping in rythm and the sun shining brightly in the sky. The sunlight was shining to my face. The city was wide awake now, it was a buzt city. The baker was making dough and baking bread in the oven. The smell of freshly made bread filled the air and the running through my nose trills. My stomach started to rumble and I can imagine delicious breads and cakes floating in the air. I can stop myself from drooling, thinking about that delicious freshly made bread.=