The cold wind was blowing everywhere

And the fluffy, pink candyfloss was swaying in the wind.

A girl saw the candyfloss and the candyfloss looked good.

How windy the wind was getting, it blew the candyfloss out of the green,mossy tree.

“Wisha!Wisha!” The green,mossy tree said in the cold, misty wind.

The candyfloss was falling apart, and was nearly a brown,classic stick.

Faster,faster,faster the wind was chasing the girl with the pink,fluffy candyfloss.