The tiny town of Chewandswallow was very much like any other tiny town except for its weather which came three times a day, at breakfast lunch and dinner.
Something had to be done, and in a hurry.. the town was a mess and the people feared for their lives.
Chewandswallow was plagued by damaging floods and storms of huge food.
The food got larger and larger and so did the portions.
Life for the townspeople was delicious until the weather took a turn for the worse.
And sometimes the wind blew in storms of hamburgers.
It snowed things like mashed potatoes.
It rained things like soup and juice.
But it never rained rain and it never snowed snow and it never blew just wind.
The tiny town of Chewandswallow was very much like any other tiny town except for its weather which came three times a day, at breakfast lunch and dinner
