A very long time ago, the clouds were made. They were white and fluffy, and always happy. Except one. There was one cloud who wanted the sky all to himself. The other clouds thought he was silly, and so they ignored him. After centuries of being ignored, he decided to force the others to give him space. He yelled and cried, but they didn't listen. As a very last resort, he gathered up all of his energy and threw a bolt at them. That did the trick. They rushed away to give him space. He raged and cried and threw lightning until he had shrunk so much that he was nothing but a spirit. To this day, the angry cloud's spirit is said to lurk around the skies reliving his glory days by possessing unsuspecting clouds.
Client Demographics:
Age Range: 4-5
Locaton: Rural
Interests: Trains, Dinosaurs, and cars
Lifestyle: Young boy who is scared of thunderstorms
Age Range: 4-5
Locaton: Rural
Interests: Trains, Dinosaurs, and cars
Lifestyle: Young boy who is scared of thunderstorms