My first blog

    It was fine sunny day. Eight year old Issac Newton desired to go out and have fun watching the windmill turning round and round, waving it's giant arms.  Newton watched the windmill. Then he wondered, 'can the mill work if there is no wind around?'   He sat down on a huge stone. He buried his chin in the palms of his hands. He searched for the answer to the question. He was lost in thought.  Many ideas came to him. He tested each one. Then he picked the one he felt would work. He rushed to his house so he could try out his idea.  He sat down to make a mini windmill. He was so engrossed in the work that he eat only two slice of cake in his lunch.  It was almost the hour of sunset when he finished the job. All that he now needed was a mouse. That was not a problem. There were enough mice all around the house.  Issac Newton set a rattrap near the kitchen. Early next morning Newton find a fat mouse inside the cage. "Ah! You look quite healthy. Why...