Dear Readers,

               Today is July 23, 2014. I am 10 years, 43 days, 13 hours, 54 minutes, and 27.3 seconds old and right now and I am reporting a dangerous tornado tearing New York apart like shredded paper. Puny New York is going down. Boo!

               The Empire State Building is being flattened by this violent funnel of fury. I am scared that this tornado will gobble me up and send me on a very spinney and perilous adventure.

               The Freedom Tower is standing tall and proud. Oh, a huge crunching sound is filling the air. The silver building is being demolished and the tornado is swallowing it. My house is still perfect so right now I am going outside to check this tornado’s power.

               I have just stepped outside and I am being swayed side to side by these hyper-speed winds.  It is chilly and I really want a doughnut. Like seriously: Doughnut Time Is All The Time!

               Sorry for getting a little carried away with the doughnut thing. This twister is moving fast. It is pounding at New York. The twister is gray and made of fast moving winds. It has just invited a red 4x4 truck to join its “Time to Die” party. A nice aroma is wafting towards me right now. It smells like my mom’s cooking so I am going to check it out.

               Mmmmmmmmmm. On the stove is a simmering piece of salty, lemony corn. The corn is looking so good.  My mom is just setting corn on the table but when there is a furious tornado crushing your neighbors all you’ve got to say is: Ain’t nobody got time for that! But in this situation I am going to eat 214,546,987,133,254 pieces of corn.

               I think I have met my quota of 214,546,987,133,254 pieces of corn. I might have eaten more ‘cause I ate 1!!!!! YAAYYY!!!!