Once upon a time in a quaint little town called Chippawa there was a stork on rout to deliver a small bundle of joy to expecting parents.

Upon delivery of this tiny tot, the stork found himself amongst a frightful storm. The river waters stirred and heaved below and the setting sun cast a orange and brown glow. Each colour kissed the clouds which sparkled madly off the quarreling waves.

Just then Thunderbolts illuminated the sky. Transsexual unicorns appeared as pink and green figure-less forms materialized from the air born electricity. Baby Thunderclap was found. They chanted a chorus. They possessed youngster Thunderclap with know how and such. They all moved together in unison.

The stork, baby thunderclap, and their new friends understood that it was \”all\” so very easy, and they laughed.