Once upon a time, there was a Thomas named Thomas. He had a window to the world. It was dark outside. It was very night with no light.
Thomas stood on the bed and made a star. Thomas was the star. He was a shooting star. Whoosh! And he could fly. He went to the sky. He went to the moon.
"How about some breakfast?" Thomas asked the moon.
The End.
(May 2013.)
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