Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs
by Judi Barrett
The tiny town of Chewandswallow was very much like any other
tiny town except for its weather which came three times a day, at breakfast,
lunch and dinner. But it never rained rain and it never snowed snow and it
never blew just wind. It rained things like soup and juice. It snowed things
like mashed potatoes. And sometimes the wind blew in storms of hamburgers. Life
for the townspeople was delicious until the weather took a turn for the worse.
The food got larger and larger and so did the portions. Something has to be
done in Chewandswallow...and in a hurry.
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