Packing my lunch , I was ready for my daily trip to the moon . Steve , my alien best friend , lived there . I packed two ham and cheese sandwiches and two apples . Grabbing my lunch box , I ran towards the door clutching my magic flying flag .
In seconds , I was flying through the galaxy watching shooting stars flying past my head . When I reached my destination I saw Steve waiting for me . We rushed to the dining lump and started eating . After an hour or two , everything food wise had gone . Everything had disappeared including my flying flag . I was stranded !