thunder: Boom, here comes the rumble
Every time the Rumbler appears, he wields a white sword, swings it forcefully, and shouts deeply, “Rumble…”
Whenever the Rumbler arrives, everyone is frightened and hides. Some crawl under tables, some hide behind doors, and others tightly cover their heads with blankets.
A little mouse, watching everyone scurrying to hide from the entrance of its hole, felt very puzzled: “It’s just the Rumbler, what’s there to be afraid of?”
The little mouse swaggered over to the window.
A flash of white light appeared, followed by a loud roar from the Rumbler. The little mouse was so startled that it shivered and fell from the window.
“Ouch, the Rumbler is so scary!”
But this time, the Rumbler didn’t leave. He stayed outside the window, sometimes shaking his sword, sometimes rumbling loudly.
The little mouse gathered its courage and climbed back up to the window.
“Hey, Rumbler, why are you scaring us?”
The Rumbler lowered his voice and slowly said, “I’m not scaring you!”
“Then why do you come rumbling around?”
“I’m here to tell you: Rumble, the wheat is ripe, hurry and harvest it; Rumble, the rain is coming, children, hurry home.”
After finishing, the Rumbler swung his sword again. Seeing how friendly the Rumbler was, everyone was no longer afraid. They ran to the window, watching the gentle rain falling and listening to the Rumbler telling stories from the sky.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
