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 Student Samples:
Three-Meal Weather
food-inpired adjectives drive organized writing
The writing of authors Judi & Ron Barrett inspired student writers to try new techniques with the traits of organization and word choice.
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Additional Student Samples Being Sought:
Grades K, 9, 10, 11, and 12
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Student Samples: Early Elementary
 Cloudy with a Chance of Candy
by Jack, first grade writer
Once upon a time there lay a town of Candytown. Here the clouds are made of cotton candy, grass is made of licorice and all the houses are made of all kinds of candy.
For breakfast they ate mints, for lunch they ate M&M’s and for dinner they ate donuts and swallowed that down with hot chocolate.
But the weather came out bad. The next day at breakfast, ice cream flooded the town. At lunch, an earthquake came in and left behind chocolate milk shakes. At dinner, a tsunami of hot chocolate flooded the town!
Everyday the weather was terrible. Lakes flooded, tornadoes came and all kinds of things happened. So Candytown had to be abandoned. No one came back to see what happened again.
(Click here to view and print Jack and one of his classmates'
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs stories.)
 A Day Full of Food
by Niko, second grade writer
In the town of Chew and Swallow, food falls from the sky for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
At breakfast, the pancakes were sticky. The scrambled eggs were hot and cheesy with pepper. Also, melted strawberry strudels fell from the sky.
At lunch, squishy peanut butter sandwiches fell from the sky. Smokin’ hot dogs steamed the town. Yellow juicy apples tumbled on the roofs.
Later that night, sweet cheesy hamburgers fell on each door, and they had little hands that rang the doorbell and said, “Food is here!” The stinky fish fell onto people’s plates. Mac and cheese dropped only to the children because they liked it.
For dessert, chocolate covered strawberries dropped into people’s mouths.
I wonder what food is for tomorrow.
 Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner
by Marissa, third grade writer
Breakfast fell fast on the ground in the morning. The sky served delicious eggs, pancakes and a giant hash brown. Everybody in the land of Chew and Swallow ate all the food on the plate. The scrambled eggs were cheesy. The pancakes were fluffy, and the hash brown was golden and chewy. Everybody in the land of Chew and Swallow ate breakfast with their friends and family. They were full of energy until lunch.
At lunch, the food fell silently on the sidewalk. For lunch they had a hotdog, a soda and strawberries. The hot dog was smokin’. The soda was sugary and the strawberries were fresh. Once again the whole town ate all of it. And they were all happy and full of energy… until dinner.
For dinner in the town of Chew and Swallow, they had spaghetti. It fell gushy and hard. For a beverage they had lemonade. The spaghetti was so good. No chef could make it in a thousand million years! The lemonade was like it was in an igloo for three years. This time they only ate half and saved the other half for later. They all had a good night sleep.
(Click here to view and print Marissa and two of her classmates'
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs stories.)
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Student Samples: Upper Elementary
 Yummy with a Chance of Takeout
by Grace, fourth grade writer
“Oww!” I yelped as I was hit in the face with a mini Subway sandwich while enjoying my wonderful Sunday morning in the town of Takeout. All of a sudden, the clouds started opening up, and the food came pouring down at the speed of light. The thunder was deafening, and the food became five times larger than me, and it was still growing! Today might not be as ordinary as I had thought.
As we grabbed our plates and utensils, a giant fog of orange juice came over our town of Takeout. Raindrops of syrup came out of the white clouds of milk. Instead of yummy McDonald’s pancakes falling from the sky, Pop-Tarts came down from above. Our town was astonished. Regular--not take out--food was falling from the sky! The world was coming to an end! Then our town settled down…..until lunch….
At lunch, it got crazy again. Some were still in shock from breakfast, but all were wishing for a normal lunch. Our wish did NOT come true. For lunch, the town
received
homemade peanut butter and jelly, cherry Kool-aid, and fresh coleslaw! Non-takeout food was falling from the sky...again! What was happening to us? We ate the food, but it tasted weird. Our town did NOT settle down at all.
For dinner, all that came down from the sky was a giant Chinese food box. Our town became very confused. We tried and tried to open the huge box, but somehow it would not open. Just in the nick of time, a large chopstick fell on top of the box and created a hole just big enough for a person to fit in. Inside was every morsel of food we had missed that day. And guess what? It was all takeout food and all my favorite! Yum, toasted Subway sandwiches, creamy Crabrangoons, a spicy side of hot wings, and all you can drink Mountain Dew, with free refills.
There had been one good thing about the non-takeout food…..the hailstorm of Pop-Tarts!
(Click here to view and print Grace's
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs story.)
 Left-overs
by Madison, fifth grade writer
"This morning," announced the weatherman, "there will be a 70% chance of hash brown, 90% chance of scrambled eggs, and a 40% of spinach oatmeal." I listened to the radio while I looked out the window, waiting for Mom to bring in breakfast.
Then, scrambled eggs started racing toward the ground. Salty and delightful. The hash browns floated gracefully into Mom's baskets. Crispy and wonderful. After that, it started sprinkling spinach oatmeal, Grandpa's favorite. I think that is icky and revolting!
"For lunch today," he went on, "there is a slight chance of tater tots, a definite chance of beef stroganoff, and a 50% chance of steak and cheese subs."
The tater tots pelted toward the ground. Unhealthy, but scrumptious! It drizzled beef stroganoff for about ten minutes. Meaty and savory. Then came the steak and cheese subs. They gracefully fell down from the clouds. Heavenly and nutrious.
"Finally," he said enthusiastically, "my favorite, lasagna! A 70% chance of it. An 80% chance of meatloaf, and a 100% chance of pork chops. Wow, that's a lot of meat!!"
The lasagna got carried in by the wind, splattering against the window. Delicious and appetizing. The meatloaf poured down. Tangy and yummy. Then came the pork chops. The wind changed directions so that the pork could come in peacefully, and not form a pork 'n lasagna tornado. Just the way I like it-spicy and spontaneous.
As I waited at the windowsill for Mom to bring in dinner, I heard her calling me from a distance, saying, "Wake up! It's time for dinner. WAKE UP!!"
I woke up. I had fallen asleep at the window while I had been waiting for the rain to stop, so I could play outside. "What are we having for dinner?" I asked.
"Leftovers."
"Like what?"
"Hash browns, scrambled eggs, spinach oatmeal. tater tots, beef stroganoff, steak and cheese subs, lasagna, meatloaf, and pork chops."
I walked over to the table, sat down, and started eating!!
(Click here to view and print Madison's
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs story.)
 Feastopolis
by
Taylor, sixth grade writer
This might sound a little crazy, but where I live food falls from the sky. Whenever I travel anywhere else, I wait for the food to fall from the sky, but it never happens. When I ask somebody why the food isn’t falling from the sky, they say I’m crazy. In Feastopolis, Madagascar, we have a population of 500,000 people, but it’s very rural so we have plenty of room. Some features that we have are a blue raspberry Kool-Aid lake, and a sandy brown sugar beach. The soccer and football fields are made of delectable Sour Punch Straws.
I’m going to show you what a Sunday is like in Feastopolis. On a sunny Sunday morning at 7:00 a.m., everybody wakes up to see what is going to fall out of the sky for breakfast. The townspeople come out to find delicious, beautiful bunches of food falling from the sky. These foods are buttery toast, pancakes smothered in warm, sticky, golden syrup. They also have some orange juice with a little bit of pulp and some fluffy, yellow eggs. When breakfast is over, everyone agrees this has been a wonderful breakfast.
After breakfast, my dog Atreyu and I go to a soccer game and afterwards we have some Sour Punch Straws. Later on we go to Cool Blue Lake to swim and eat lunch. Lunch consists of cheesy macaroni, some heavenly crispy chicken nuggets, some yummy crunchy, onion rings with a water bottle.
On this Sunday, after lunch we go to see my mom, only to find out she had gone to the store. (She left a note on the refrigerator saying so.) Then Atreyu and I decide to go to the park, but when we are half a block away, dinner comes falling from the sky. I can’t believe I forgot that dinner is at 6:30, and it’s a good thing my mom tells me to carry some plates and silverware in my backpack. I look up to see things that will make a salad, such as crunchy carrots, leafy spinach, bits of lettuce, sprinkling cheese, some meaty ham and turkey, and my dad’s Italian dressing. We also have some delicious pepperoni pizza with some Coke. For dessert we have some chocolaty monster cookies and ice cold ice cream!
So, if you are ever wishing you didn’t have to buy groceries, this is the place for you. That is a typical day in Feastopolis. Hope you come to visit soon!
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Student Samples: Middle School
 Mikaelaopolis
by Mikaela, seventh grade writer
One bright sunny day in Mikaelaopolis, everyone was starting to wake up and start their day. The children got ready and went to play in the warm cinnamon-sugar sand and splash in the blue Gatorade ocean while waiting for breakfast. They played as the golden sun shone over them.
For breakfast, warm light fluffy scrambled eggs floated down from the clouds. Then bacon sizzled down from the sun, cooked to perfection. Finally, a light rain of orange juice sprinkled to the ground. That concluded the wonderful breakfast weather and everyone went inside to eat.
Later, at precisely 12:15 p.m., a lasagna casserole flashed to the ground like lightning. Green beans sprouted from the ground. A soda river came right down the mountain, and everyone bent down to gather some in their cups. For dessert, light fluffy whipped cream drifted to the ground like snow. Ice cream then came down to accompany the whipped cream.
For supper later on, after everyone had digested lunch, dinner came right on schedule. Warm golden chicken nuggets came tumbling to the ground. Ketchup sprinkled down from the clouds. Buttered toast was dipped into the cinnamon-sugar sand. For a drink, people took their glasses and got Gatorade out of the ocean.
That concluded another day in Mikaelaopolis. The people came to watch as the golden sun set behind the white fluffy clouds. The red, white, and blue Popsicle fireworks soared across the horizon.
(Click here to view and print Mikaela and three of her classmates'
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs stories.)
 Potbelly Village, Mexico
by Sienna, eighth grade writer
It was a beautiful, majestic morning. The sun was just rising over the arid desert mountain tops. Its rays were silently creeping over the ground and shone brightly on the wet grape juice dew that lay undisturbed on the sugar cane leaves. All was peaceful and quite melodious after the birds started to sing. While this was happening, the villagers of Potbelly slowly awakened. As they started their morning routines, bowls of farina (Spanish oatmeal) angelically drifted from the sky. Then, medium-sized avocados came rolling down the street as a light shower of salt slid down from the heavens, a perfect combination. As this occurred, the town’s well filled up with fresh guava juice. The villagers were delighted and quickly guzzled down their wonderful breakfast so they could get to work.
When the sun shone directly over the village and the heat was at its fiercest, all of the villagers prayed for water and food to sustain them until they were done with their work. They waited and waited. They thought they were out of luck and started to panic and wrangle with each other. Through all of the noise and racket, no one noticed the dark, heavy storm clouds that were rolling in. They were utterly surprised when a storm of mini-enchiladas poured down on them. As the storm progressed, it worsened, and lightning began to strike. With every blinding electrical blow, explosions of mini bowls filled with white rice and black beans filled the air. The villagers were frightened and fled into their huts until then storm was over. After a while, the storm lightened, and a rainbow of milk took over the sky to finish off an alarming lunch period.
As the sugar cane farmers came from the fields, tacos came two-by-two down the dirt road, rolling to each household’s doorstep. A gentle breeze of refried beans swept through the village as sweet bread drifted down from the setting abyss. This was accompanied by American Coca-Cola, which popped out of the well and landed in the people’s hands. The villagers were excited, for they didn’t get treats like Coca-Cola a lot. They were very grateful and wondered what dinner would be like the next day.
Later that night, fried ice cream crept down from the wispy clouds in the distance just as a shooting star filled the atmosphere with brilliant, sparkling light and an occasional burst of brownies here and there. Then a magnificent whipped cream fog covered the town and made dessert complete. When more than half of the village was asleep, a gentle, quiet shower of white grape juice fell from the clouds to conclude an interesting day in Potbelly Village, Mexico.
(Click here to view and print Sienna and two of her classmates'
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs stories.)
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