Thomas' Second 324th Story

324.   Once upon a time, the snow was falling.  It was falling to the ground.  It was falling on Thomas.  It was falling from space.  But it wasn’t falling from the moon. 

The backyard froze.  It was icy outside.  And there were icy icicles outside.  The icicles tasted like snow.  And the snow tasted like sugar. 

The End.