One day, an orange and white cat named Furry, was playing in the garden. Just then a snail with a brown spiral on his back came gliding along while leaving a trail of goo as he went. 

Then the snail started to approach the cat. The snail thought that the cat was just a rock but as he started to move up the “rock” the cat hairs started getting caught in his goo track. Just then the cat shook ferociously and the snail went flying.

Suddenly there was a flash of blue light and a switch happened. The snail and the cat had switched brains! About five minutes after the switch had happened, the “cat” started munching leaves, and the “snail” started sliding inside towards the light blue cat bed next to the window where he eventually curled up.

“Honk, honk, honk!” Van's trumpet bellowed. Laya plugged her ears. 

“Can you do this anywhere else?” she shouted. 

“Hey, you're the one shaking the floor with your foot dancing,” Van replied. 

“It's called tap dancing, and it's way more important than your silly trumpet club. I bet playing that tube is easier than blinking and I’m older so I know better. You're only eight.” Lala said sternly 

 “Oh really. Well, I bet I can tap my feet while sleeping.” said Van. All of the sudden a blinding light fell between the two siblings. Laya’s dark brown hair flapped in the swoosh of wind. Van blinked his bright green eyes and then it all stopped. The room was calm again. 

“Hey, why do you look like me?” asked Van. 

“Umm, you look like me.” Laya replied. 

“You don’t think that we…” Van started, “SWITCHED!!!” They both screamed. 

“Well, I heard that when this happens it does wear off...” Van said. 

“Why am I Square??? And why is everything else Square!!!”

*Steve*

 “Why is everything round? Ummmmmm...”

*Me*

 Silence. “What is this place?”

*Steve* 

“Maybe this is new? I guess I will go chop down a tree.” Walking over to the nearest tree, Steve wonders, why is there texture and why can I feel things? Steve goes over to the tree and starts punching it. Ow! I don't like this feeling thing.

*Me*

 Ooooooooooh. I know where I am. I'm probably just dreaming about playing Minecraft. Although why does it feel so real? I walk over to a tree and just like I always do start punching it. I was scared at first that it was going to hurt because I felt like I was in the game, but I didn't really feel anything. Once I broke a part of the tree it didn't fall over. I was very confused, and then I remembered that I was in Minecraft. 

*Steve*