Stormy
by Ace

There is a god named Playtar. He has the power of wind. Even now he lives or there wouldn't be any wind. Every time it is windy out it is from him.

Anyway to the story.

One boy named Max was walking from school to home in Dentity, Ohio, with his friend Albert when they saw a dog. They chased the dog for a long time. Finally they caught it. They found a rope and tide it to the dog then they walked and walked and walked.

Then they came to a sign WELCOME TO GREECE

MMOOOMMMYY, yelled Max.

DDAADDDYY, yelled Albert.

Since they were there they explored around. They looked at cathedrals and climbed a mountain. When they got to the top lightning struck. They ran one way, then the other, and ......................... and smoke, no, clouds! "Cool!"

"Intruders" yelled a voice. You guessed it, Playtar, "Not so cool!"

A shape appeared in front of them. "No one shall climb my mountain!" and blew them across the Meditrainian Sea, then blew them home.

" Boy what a gust!"