May Winners, Kellogg: Level 3

Aiden Mayflower was not of the normal sort. When he was just a wee babe, his first word was "moon". His next word was "fly". "Oh, no! My child wants to be an astronaut!" his mother wailed. Psychiatrists? Not a chance. Aiden was so determined to fly to the moon, he leaped from trees at the age of five, screaming, "My time will come!" One day, at the age of 11, the boy closed his eyes, flapped his arms, and coached himself, proclaiming, "I can do it! I will do it!" Aiden was flying!

"Where is my son?! Where is my baby?!" Mrs. Mayflower sobbed. Too late! Her boy already was past the troposphere, and very soon, he'd be making his way into space! "Wow! I really did it! I'm flying!" Aiden exclaimed. Quick as lightening, Aiden was in space. "I'm on the moon! AWESOME!" Aiden did tumblesaults, somersaults, and every kind of ‘sault' you could think of, since there is no gravity on the moon. His Converse left a different contrast compared to the bulky footprints from the 12 astronauts before him. Aiden realized something—this moon was like a desert! Everything was stone dry! So dry that even a teeny cactus would wither up here! Not even a fasting camel could call this place "home sweet home!"

The kid chuckled at the saucy grin of the man in the moon. It was as if the dude was laughing at him for being on his moon all alone. He sure is never lonely! He's got visitors almost every day! Aiden could see the orbiting Earth, where he was positive everybody was jealous of him. "Not every 11-year-old gets to do this!" he reminded himself.

Suddenly, a figure came closer. "Houston, we've got a problem." "Cool! An alien!"

Home again, home again! Aiden's new friends gave him a lift on their vehicle, Atlantis. "Aiden! My boy! Where were you?" Aiden's parents cried. "The moon! Come on, guys! We're having chicken and biscuits tonight!"Aiden replied. The Mayflowers remembered that day!

And the three bears lived happily ever after.