Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Its the year 2450 the world about to split into pieces. we have to go or its to late lets go.
5,4,3,2,1 bonce shooting up in space “wow!” I said in a whisper. Now were on the moon
I put the flag on the moon lets get ready to go to mars. “The sun is get smaller and
smaller every time we go farrier “

Finlay we got there mars is called the red planet. Ready to land. “Landed!” “lets look there’s nothing around were the city!”

1 problem is making friends with the aliens that will take along time.
The 2 problem is the storms so my gun must have lots power.
The last problem is there is no air then we can't breath and we will die

1 solution is that we can make a mask which makes gravity turn into air.
Plus air and oxygen come out of the mask so there can be air in mars.

The second solution is stopping the storms from killing you.
so we invented a gun to suck the storms into the gun and safe.

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