It was a wide open plain with wind gusting across it. Clouds floated low in the sky, scudding rapidly here and there.“That’s odd,” Mitch remarked.“Odd?” Tiara asked.“Those clouds are not going all in the same direction.”Now Kandy saw it: the clouds were small, as clouds went, at different levels and colors, and they were scudding different ways. That was odd indeed.It got worse. Two clouds collided and fell apart, the red mist mixing with the green vapor to form a weird brownish fog that turned upside down and floated upward like a dead fish. It was as if it had expired and given up the ghost. It did not rise far before other clouds converged, blowing it back and forth, shaking loose vapors that they then sucked in.“Cannibalism!” Tiara exclaimed, shocked.“And to think I thought Fracto was bad,” Mitch said.“Fracto?” Astrid asked.“Fracto Cumulo Nimbus, the king of clouds. Remember him? He likes to rain on parades.”“But I gather he didn’t eat other clouds,”
