I'm Tired of Cheesy Bread!
by Sophia, fourth grade writer
In a land far, far away, there was a town called Deliciousness. There was something different about that town because it never snowed snow, and it never rained rain. It rained, snowed and hailed food! Food always came down for breakfast, lunch and dinner--but one day it was different.
It was time for breakfast when suddenly red, juicy bacon blew in from the north. Shortly after that, scrumptious bagels burst from the clouds. Finally, there was a shower of delightful orange juice. The people rushed outside to catch the delicious food. After breakfast was over, the people went back inside, full.
Not too many hours later, lunch came along. Lots of green juicy pickles rolled in from the south. After that, there was a storm of crispy popcorn chicken. Lastly, there was a chewy burrito tornado. When the people went outside to catch the food, the tornado plopped a burrito on their plates as it went by. There were lots of leftovers, so the people took them inside--just in case they got hungry in between meals.
Later, when it was time for dinner, a hurricane of crunchy nachos came from the west. Then a wind of spaghetti blew in. Suddenly, at the very end, there was a monsoon of tongue-tingling cheesy bread. It came down for days and days and it wouldn't stop. The town became flooded. The people had to leave the town of Deliciousness and no one ever came back.
Everyone sailed on the sea for days until they found land. It was different for them there because they had to grow their food. From that point on, everyone had to learn how to farm and harvest. But no one knew what happened to the town of Deliciousness.
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The Problem in Friedsville
by Timothy, fifth grade writer
On a planet, nearly the size of Earth, there lays a little town known as Friedsville. In that town was a boy named Timo Schab. He was ten years old, but was very courageous. Timo’s planet is not like Earth, mainly because his planet produces processed foods naturally. Usually, everything safely enters Friedsville and is able to be eaten without harming the citizens in any way. But weather changes.
On what seemed like a normal day, Timo and all the other Friedsvillians went outside for breakfast, ready to collect some food that fell from the sky. Timo hoped for waffles and juicy sausage. But what Friedsville received wasn’t sausage or waffles, it was a downpour of oversized foods.
Giant, mushy oranges the size of a car pelted the city, acting like bombs as they exploded on the impact of the ground. “What’s going on?!” yelled Timo as he ran back into his house. Burnt bagels the size of a small house blew in from the south and crushed houses scattering the debris of the house all over the city. There was not much Timo could do. He improvised and put on some toy armor.
Timo did not know how it could get any worse. But it did get worse. Very, very sour juice flooded lakes of yogurt. The rest of it covered the city. It was so sour that it was a very powerful acid. Timo’s toy armor melted away, leaving him without protection.
When the juice started to melt away his shoes, Timo looked around, looking for a place to go. About one hundred feet away were people gathered on a hill. He started to run. Luckily, the juice started to stop falling, giving Timo a breath of relief. He made it to the hill, his shoes almost completely gone.
“I wish lunch and dinner will be better,” Timo said desperately. Then he lay down and fell asleep.
“Timo, wake up!” screamed one of Timo’s best friends, Don Drino. Timo sat up, looking around. At first, he thought he had gotten his wish. All the juice, bagels and oranges were gone and only a few houses had been destroyed. He looked up, and finally noticed that he had not gotten his wish.
It was never like it had ever been before. First, there were clouds of hot chocolate. But that wasn’t the bad part, the clouds literally fell from the sky, hit the ground, and let the hot chocolate flow around in the city. At first everybody on the hill was safe.
Now here was the most unusual part. Frozen pieces of salad fell out of the sky, shattering into pieces. Everyone looked at each other in confusion, their jaws dropping. And super stuffed ravioli fell everywhere, pelting the citizens. Everyone on the hill was hit. “There has got to be something wrong,” Timo suggested. “We need to get to the sky.”
All of a sudden, a tiny earthquake started to rumble. The top of the hill started to open up. Timo went into the hole. Inside the hole was a personal spaceship. “I’ll be right back,” Timo said.
“Good luck,” everyone muttered.
The engine started, making a loud gurgling noise. Then the spaceship left the hole and headed up toward the sky. Timo flew up over the clouds and threw a penny out the spaceship. He went back to the hill, into the hole. “I’ll just have to wait until dinner,” Timo said.
It was time for dinner, and everybody looked anxiously to the sky. A light snow of skim milk started to fall and all the children jumped for joy. Many different types of pizza dropped from the sky. Sausage, pepperoni, cheese, supreme, the works – you name it. And to finish it off, shrimp slowly floated down from the clouds.
Friedsville was finally back to normal.
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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, we have a population of 50,000 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.
Let me show you what last Sunday was like in Feastopolis. On that sunny morning at 7:00 a.m., everybody woke up to see what was going to fall out of the sky for breakfast. The townspeople came out to find delicious, beautiful bunches of food falling from the sky. These foods were buttery toast, pancakes smothered in warm, sticky, golden syrup. We also had some orange juice with a little bit of pulp and some fluffy, yellow eggs. When breakfast was over, everyone agreed this has been a wonderful breakfast.
After breakfast, my dog (Atreyu) and I watched a soccer game and afterwards we ate some of the field’s Sour Punch Straws. Later on we hiked to Cool Blue Lake to swim and wait for lunch to fall. Lunch consisted of cheesy macaroni, some heavenly crispy chicken nuggets, some yummy crunchy, onion rings with a water bottle.
Last Sunday, after lunch, we went to see my mom only to discover she had gone to the store. (She had left a note on the refrigerator saying so.) Then Atreyu and I decide to go to the park, but when we were just half a block away, dinner comes falling from the sky. I couldn’t believe I forgot that dinner falls at 6:30, and it was a good thing my mom told me to carry some plates and silverware in my backpack. I looked up to see things that would make a salad, such as crunchy carrots, leafy spinach, bits of lettuce, sprinkling cheese, some meaty ham and turkey, and my dad’s homemade Italian dressing. We also had some delicious pepperoni pizza with some Coke. For dessert we had some chocolaty monster cookies and ice cold ice cream!
So, if you are ever wishing you didn’t have to buy groceries, this might be the place for you. That was a typical day in Feastopolis. Hope you come to visit soon!
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