kakotheres
can’t take the summer heat. They’re like a burnt marshmallow, crispy on the outside and sore on the inside.
My neighbor is kakotheres. He came outside and immediately screamed at the sky and ran back in.
My dog is kakotheres. He’s been panting like a madman and won’t stop looking for shade.
My teacher is kakotheres. She gave me a pop quiz about the heat and made me write an essay on why summer is the worst.