by Ethan Trent Lucht
Zombies emerge, cloud zombies. �Get the one who lives! Destroy him!� they shriek. �He must die!�
�I�m doomed. I can�t survive against zombies,� mutters Owl, the one who lives. �I must kill the zombies.�
�Capture him!� a voice soars through the wind like a foul-smelling hiss.
�Son!� Owl heard. His father. �The zombies have me! I need you! This is serious! Come to the army now before there are no clouds left on earth! There has to be rain!�
�We need to produce our own kids,� the zombie cloud said to himself. They know that the zombies can make vampires and the vampires can make monsters and the monsters can make zombies and this can go on and on for five times.
�This is serious! I need to fart!� said Owl. And he let the wind go. �I got it!� he continued. �I need to produce my own army. I�m gonna rain.� And Owl rained himself and five seconds later, another army has been formed, as great a number as the zombies and vampires and monsters and zombies. It�s an equal army.
�Charge! Unite to one cloud!� screams Owl, and they form into a giant cloud, and then the beasts, the zombies and the vampires and the monsters and the zombies swirl together into one cloud of their own. Now, the action starts.
�Attack!�
Then, both clouds charge and melt together to one, giant, half-good, half-evil cloud that covers the entire sky. It�s good vs. evil, right vs. wrong. Who�s gonna win?
An arm pops out. A good arm, but then, another arm pops out. An evil arm. And then, half a head pops out, a good half. Another half a head pops out, an evil half. Then, a leg pops out, a good leg. Another leg pops out, an evil leg. It�s a half good, half evil body, but then, all the clouds blow up.
But wait. Only the evil clouds blew up. The good side has won and Owl�s father is free, and now, the son�
Wait, there are still some evil clouds around Owl�s father. Owl races to the villain�s base immediately. �Wow, that was fast,� says Owl. Then, all the Owl army gets in and immediately destroys all the evil clouds. And all of earth has nothing but good clouds.
The End?
