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Blog #8- you cant control the weather

Today Angela was supposed to come and meet with Daniel, but it was already 8:45am and Daniel was beginning to lose hope. The snowstorm blocked all the roads Mr. Richards couldn't even see Larry's from his window. Ring, Ring, Ring! It was from Angela.

"Hi Daniel, I'm so sorry but we are going to have to reschedule for another week because the weather is horrendous," she said.

"That's fine I needed to catch up on some work anyways. Thank you for calling and letting me know." Mr. Richards responded. After hanging up he began to make breakfast and decided to pull his canvas into the living room.

The book Mr. Richards was illustrating for this time was named The Boy and The Balloon. The book was about a boy who was given a balloon and if he popped the balloon it could magically take him anywhere he wanted to go. All he had to do was concentrate on where he wanted to go and then pop the balloon. However, there was a curse to this balloon, the boy could only use this magical power 3 times because the balloon lost all of its magic on the third pop and he would be stuck.

This story made Daniel think of his own life, the places he had once longed to see. He wondered where he would go had he had that balloon, Paris, Japan, maybe Switzerland. Something caught Daniel's eye and jumped him out of his trance, it was a blue balloon floating around in the wind. he watched it for about 5 minutes waiting to see where the snowstorm would take it. Then POP! It was gone


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