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Once there was an old cottage that had tons of crickets. In the cottage was a family with a mother, a girl, and a dad. The dad was out of town. They lived in Texas all their lives. The girl is 9. She has midnight blue eyes and blonde hair. Her nose was medium.

There was a boy and his mother across the street. The boy is also 9 and he had brown, blonde hair and he was funny. There was lots of fresh air and short green grass in the field where they liked to play. There was a dirt road between the two cottages. The weather was sunny that day.

The boy tried to catch a cricket. Every once in a while it would die so the boy would bury it in his mom's flower garden then catch another one. When he was trying to catch a cricket he had to hop with it. The little girl did the same thing when she caught crickets but when hers died she would send it to dad as a gift.

On dad's way home he saw there was a boy trying to catch crickets. The jeep stopped and all of a sudden all of the crickets got in. They were everywhere in the car. Luckily, dad got in the house and the mother went to the store that day. They were trapped in the house for 2 days because the crickets were everywhere outside and they could not walk without stepping on them. They had hardly anything to do. They played games and put together a 200 piece puzzle.

When the crickets were gone, they went outside. It was nothing they had ever seen before. It was white everywhere on the ground. A sign appeared and it spelled S N O W. It was a miracle. It was a pretty sight.

The boy's mother was happy because she didn't have any more crickets in her garden. The girl's dad was happy because he didn't get any more crickets in the mail. The mother was happy because she didn't get any more crickets in the house. The girl and Brandon were happy because when the crickets were back the people called them the cricket wranglers.