The clouds will not leave. They sit overhead waiting. "You have taken our chief; we will not leave until he is returned."
I don't know what they're talking about, but they won't believe it. "You have taken our chief."
If you can think what to do, please let me know. I haven't seen the sun in weeks now.
2 comments:
Well, it's your lucky day today because I have selected a supersized order of sun to be delivered to your work address today from Old Man Weather's menu (your brother, the wind, helped me out a little).
You have misunderstood, they want a chef, feed the clouds and they will give you sun.
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