My City
by Ulises
In my city, trees are soft and everyone come to have a picnic. So there are four million seats, some are sticky, some are not.
The airplanes in my city are cool, but they are very noisy. The closer they get the noisier they get.
In my city there are cool cars. In my city there are one million cars in all. There are four million smelly bus stops. They are smelly because people touch everything with there smelly hands.
In my city there are lots and lots of mountains. They are very cold, and in the summer everyone goes to play.