“It's a breezy, chilly night. The wind wailing.. The cold breeze flowing into my room. I stand there, amazed.looking at the colour and size of the moon. A big creepy tree lies in front of the yellow moon. Autumn has forced trees to shed their leaves. That's why all the trees look haunted. I step outside. The breeze hits me. I feel like something is calling me. I ran to the moon. Gravel hurting my feet. I jump. I fly. Into outer space.” People are right, the moon tastes like cheese . I think at the dinner table while I eat my cheese.
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