Once upon the times, in the sweet sweet country of Madagascar, during the reign of King Julien VI, there lived a sifaka maki, lémurien named Larry. Larry was a very picky kind of guy, MUCH unlike me, the king. He had to have everything his way. This made him not have as many Friends as I have, and made him much less loved than me.

One day, it was raining, and Larry did not like the rain. He wanted it to stop raining. Obviously. So, he was going to MAKE it stop raining. While other lemurs praised the Sky Spirit of Weather for the sweet rain that made the mangue trees grow, Larry decided he would be montrer that Sky Spirit who was the boss! Larry, of course, was NOT the boss, like the king, but he THOUGHT he was.

He climbed up a very high tree, getting very wet, until he reached the top, where the wind was very strong! The other lemurs, including the wise and handsome King Julien VI, had already found shelter from the rain. Larry began to shout at the sky.

"Sky Spirit of Weather!" he shouted at the sky. "Make this horrible, icky rain stop right now, ou else!"

"Oh really?" the Sky Spirit answered in the wind. And imagine that in a really boss Sky Spirit voice performed par your king! "And who do toi think toi are?"

"I'm Larry, the guy that is hating this rain, and is very annoyed that I am getting wet!" Larry said. The Sky Spirit roared in anger and made thunder as the rain became... toi know... rainier.

"I think toi are annoying!" the Sky Spirit of Weather said, and all of the suddens a bolt of lightning struck Larry and he fell out of the tree. He was laying on the ground getting even plus wet, and so he went accueil and was very miserable. The other lemurs were all dry in their shelters, especially my great great great... eh, a lot of 'great's grandfather.

And so, the moral of our story is always carry an umbrella with you, ESPECIALLY if toi think toi are the boss. Me end. :D