Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs《天降美食》 - Max冬冬

We were all sitting around the big kitchen table. It was Saturday morning. Pancake morning. Mom was squeezing oranges for juice. Henry and I were betting on how many pancakes we each could eat. And Grandpa was doing the flipping. Seconds later, something flew through the air headed toward the kitchen ceiling… …and landed right on Henry. After we realized that the flying object was only a pancake, we all laughed, even Grandpa. Breakfast continued quite uneventfully. All the other pancakes landed in the pan. And all of them were eaten, even the one that landed on Henry. That night, touched off by the pancake incident at breakfast, Grandpa told us the best tall-tale bedtime story he’d ever told. “Across an ocean, over lots of huge, bumpy mountains, across three hot deserts, and one smaller ocean… … there lay the tiny town of Chewandswallow. In most ways, it was very much like any other tiny town. It had a Main Street lined with stores, houses with trees and gardens a...