Hacking thundering cough, grey tone, rainy nose - obviously, the sky is suffering from bronchitis. Doctor recommended it to stay warm and drink as much hot drinks as possible. The sky is too ill to follow the instructions. It rolled up in favorite blanket made of fluffy clouds and now is waiting someone to bring ginger tea. Patient needs vitamins! So winds are tearing off leaves while sun is heating water in the pond. Out of empathy to the sky birds don’t fly. It’s for good. Their feathers tickle the sky and make it sneeze with lightings. Everyone, except umbrellas, is terrified of the patient. And it still seems that if umbrellas had a chance they would close up and take their places in corners. But the worst clucking chicken among them is a multi-story building. It is waiting residents home, wishing to get some protection. The whole world is frozen, when the sky is ill. You can hear the only one sound: «Achoo!».
27 Sept 2017
The Patient by Margo Makarova
The sky is ill.
Hacking thundering cough, grey tone, rainy nose - obviously, the sky is suffering from bronchitis. Doctor recommended it to stay warm and drink as much hot drinks as possible. The sky is too ill to follow the instructions. It rolled up in favorite blanket made of fluffy clouds and now is waiting someone to bring ginger tea. Patient needs vitamins! So winds are tearing off leaves while sun is heating water in the pond. Out of empathy to the sky birds don’t fly. It’s for good. Their feathers tickle the sky and make it sneeze with lightings. Everyone, except umbrellas, is terrified of the patient. And it still seems that if umbrellas had a chance they would close up and take their places in corners. But the worst clucking chicken among them is a multi-story building. It is waiting residents home, wishing to get some protection. The whole world is frozen, when the sky is ill. You can hear the only one sound: «Achoo!».
Hacking thundering cough, grey tone, rainy nose - obviously, the sky is suffering from bronchitis. Doctor recommended it to stay warm and drink as much hot drinks as possible. The sky is too ill to follow the instructions. It rolled up in favorite blanket made of fluffy clouds and now is waiting someone to bring ginger tea. Patient needs vitamins! So winds are tearing off leaves while sun is heating water in the pond. Out of empathy to the sky birds don’t fly. It’s for good. Their feathers tickle the sky and make it sneeze with lightings. Everyone, except umbrellas, is terrified of the patient. And it still seems that if umbrellas had a chance they would close up and take their places in corners. But the worst clucking chicken among them is a multi-story building. It is waiting residents home, wishing to get some protection. The whole world is frozen, when the sky is ill. You can hear the only one sound: «Achoo!».
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