L E M O N Unscramble の小説・ストーリー

Therefore, we often called this game "Lemon" "Shall we play Lemon?" "Who will be Lemon this time?" “Maybe this time we will have three Lemons?” And all because one or several players were splashed with lemon juice before the start of the game. And with the help of two senses - hearing and smell - the leader had to catch everyone except Lemon. But the difficulty was that if the players were in contact, then the smell was transferred. And it was quite difficult to recognize who got the smell right away, and who during the game. Either Lemon won, if he was captured, or the Leader, if he grabbed everyone except Lemon.

“Little Lemon!” Mable rushed over and picked Lemon up. Lemon hugged her mother and pressed her cheek against her face, pointing at the butterfly in Jeremiah’s hand. “Mommy... Unc... Butterfwy...” Mable kissed her cheek. “Good girl.” Jeremiah looked at Mable and said, “Lemon kept crying earlier, so I thought she was unwell. It seems she just misses you after not seeing you all day...” Mable sighed in relief. She thought that Lemon was sick and was worried the whole way back.