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. Chewandswallow was plagued by damaging floods and storms of huge food. The town was a mess and the pople feared for their lives. Something had to be done, and in a hurry.

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this is the book i was talking about, where it rains food. I was trying to tell my mom about it the other day, or maybe i was tryin to tell someone else, i dont remember..but thats what its called, and thats a little summary of it from a site.

'tis a good book.

my 2nd entry today, im updating up a storm