Weirdly enough, I didn't notice it until it was in my mouth. One scathing review from the world's most renowned food critic, and the restaurant was out of business. A furry apple found in what might have been a delicious risotto. It had crawled out of the risotto, looking a bit depressed before it lunged at the people in the restaurant. I, being very hungry had speared it on my knife and brought it to my mouth.
"Don't eat that!" they yelled. "It's not an apple!" they yelled. But it was too late. I had already taken a bite. The first thought that ran through my mind was Why the hell is there an apple in my risotto? Why does this furry thing taste like apple? was my second. Unfortunately it was too late. It had gone down my throat and into my stomach. With my last poisoned breaths I pulled up my phone and left a scathing review.