Today is Friday.
I am going to read a new book,Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.
The whole family were sitting around the table and having breakfast. Grandpa was doing the filpping. One pancake flew over grandpa and landed on Henry's head. They all laughed even grandpa himself. That night grandpa was going to tell the kids the best story that he had ever told. There was a small town over the mountain. Its name is Chewandswallow. The tiny town was as normal as the other towns.But there was not any food stores in the town. The sky provided the foods for the people, three times a day.It never rained rain. It rains lots of food. The people could watch the weather report on television in the morning and they would even hear the prediction for the next day's food. When they went outside, they carried their plates, cups, glasses, forks, spoons, knives and napkins with them, so that they could eat any food at anytime. If there were leftovers, and there usually were, the people took them home and put them in their refrigerators in case they got hungry between meals.
