A story I wrote at the age of nine.
|Once upon a time there was a martian named dedo. He liked to play outside in the grass. One morning his alarm beeper went off. He woke up, got out of bed and ran outside. But their was something wrong. Their was white stuff all over the ground. So he picked some up and ate it. He said " this is good." Then he picked up some more and threw it at another martian. Before he knew it every Martian on the planet was throwing them. The next morning they all woke up and the snow was gone.|