Today is Saturday.
But one day the weather was becoming worse and worse. The food was too bad to eat. The big hamburgers ruined the school house. The pea soup and tomatoes made the streets messy. The Sanitation Department couldn't recover the environment of the town. The people couldn't live in the town any longer. They made a decision that they have to leave their hometown. The people glued together the giant pieces of stable bread sandwich-style with peanut butter, took the absolute necessities with them, and set sail on their rafts for a new land. After being afloat for a week, they finally reached a small coastal town. The biggest change they had to make was getting used to buying food at a supermarket. They found it odd that the food was kept on shelves, packaged in boxes, cans and bottles. Meat that had to be cooked was kept in large refrigerators. And nothing came down from the sky except rain and snow. No one dared to go back to their old town. They didn't know what had happened there. Grandpa's story was over. The children liked it. And when they came outside the next day, they seemed to see some huge butter on the top of the hill.
