Crazyville

Crazyville

By: Jind Kaur

It was a typical day in the crazy town of Crazyville. It might not sound usual, because all our meals came from our sky. Something strange happened just two days ago. Usually, breakfast was at 8:00 am lunch at 11:00, and dinner at 5:00. It was 7:00 in the morning, and everyone was getting ready. At 7:55, they headed outside with plates and silverware.

Boiled eggs tumbled down from a big green hill. The mist cleared, and slices of zesty, french toast trickled down from the sky. Then all you could hear was plop, splat, sploosh. Thunder had started, and vast clouds of maple syrup appeared. It started lightning bolts of butter, and the mouthwatering syrup hailed down.

Lunch, however, was not very fun. No food came from the sky. It was the Food Queen’s fault. The Food Queen was greedy and wanted all the food to herself. She had made a robotic cloud that would only drop food to her house. The Food Queen had purposely made the robotic cloud so big that the usual clouds had no room for themselves! Nobody could do anything about it, and nobody even knew she did it. People were starving and did not know what to do. People also started moving to new towns and villages!

Professor Plane, the creator of the local airport, heard the news. He sent a plane high in the sky and took pictures of all he saw. Just then, the aircraft crashed into the robotic cloud. The flight almost crash-landed, but Professor Plane had prepared. He had made an emergency set of wings, and they came in handy. But the robotic cloud, that did not have emergency wings. The cloud crash-landed right on top of the Food Queen’s house. The Food Queen had learned her lesson, and everyone happily moved back to Crazyville.

Later that day, a hurricane appeared. People were getting worried. It started swiveling in circles, dropping tender noodles everywhere! They happily ate all they could. Next, a volcano erupted from the east. Spicy, hot, tomato soup lava spread everywhere. Finally, showers of flavorful, juicy, lemonade flurried down. The people were not worried anymore!

Dinner was the best. First, Margarita Pizza clouds appeared. The clouds started a massive gust of wind, and the pizza snow began. Suddenly, a tsunami of buttery, delicate marinara sauce spread across the village. People happily watched as a fog appeared. Crunch. Crack. A bunch of tasty garlic bread stormed down. People ate more than freely. But the best part didn’t even come yet. The cookies and cream river was flooding. The river overflowed, and the exquisite cookies and cream milkshake began to spread across the land.

Everyone was happy again, even the Food Queen. Life was back to normal now. People ate very happily. They never knew who created the robotic cloud, but they didn’t care. They knew that since now it was gone, life will be back to normal.