July 1, 2012

The pleasant cloud drifted about in search of a parade to rain on. Foiled, it began to churn in a vigorous dance of rage. Just then, a raven wearing a top hat flew by. The cloud, snarling, launched a bolt of lightning ravenward. A high fiendish laugh of glee accompanied the deceased raven and singed top hat in the subsequent plunge to earth. Turns out the cloud wasn’t so very pleasant after all.

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