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SCAN0001Everyone around here is always finding blue and white pottery shards in their garden dirt. ┬áMrs. O says it’s the remnants of farm kitchens that used to be here. I say it’s because of huge ceramic space ships that visited, a long time ago.

“Why would aliens make their space ships out of pottery?” Mrs. O smiles.

“They came from a muddy planet.” I tell her. Why not look at time travel a different way? Maybe the future got here first, and they loved to drink tea….


IndiawindThe wind is making the trees fight. Branches are slapping our roof. One hit my window, but it didn’t break. “Come downstairs,” says Mom, but part of me likes it. Later, it calms down a bit and I go outside. Tofu’s ears turn inside out!

ImageI am measuring the cold, but not by our thermometer. There are many other ways. For example, my dad left a pumpkin out on the deck for the squirrels, and he hates squirrels. (They eat his flower bulbs.) At my mom’s house, Tofu does his business really quickly and doesn’t sniff around, smelling everything (he’s probably cold, but I wonder if smells are harder to smell in the winter?). The trees are all creaky, the air is nostril pinchy, and it’s been indoor recess all week. Also Amanda the Rodent is actually wearing a hat even though she hates hat hair! That’s a lot of PROOF.

My name is India McAllister and these are my true, random, sort of secret thoughts.

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