They cower and whine when thunder booms.
Bissel bares his teeth and growls.
If he gets out, he runs toward the noise, not away.
One night as Bissel slept, he bared his teeth and growled.
In his dream, he ran above the clouds.
He caught Thunder by the leg.
Thunder kicked and ran, but Bissel hung on, woke up smiling.
Some say Thunder and his brother are giant birds.
They shoot whales with lightning bolts.
Others say Thunder and her sister run through the heavens.
They knock over pots and pans, and water falls to the earth.
But Thunder lives at the base of a roaring waterfall.
He wears a rattlesnake for a necklace.
Look out, Bissel. Here comes Thunder.
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