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The Man Who Stole the Clouds
The Man Who Stole the Clouds
The Man Who Stole the Clouds
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The Man Who Stole the Clouds

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A mean, old millionaire's plan to 'steal' the clouds using his giant cloud snatcher is thwarted by the clever work of the young people of Hillby.
LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateSep 1, 2014
ISBN9781483538952
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    The Man Who Stole the Clouds - Kai Culmsee Ianssen

    17.

    CHAPTER ONE

    Moonlight and strange shadows moved across the clouds on the first night of the trial – the test drive of the machine that would threaten the world.

    On a shock-absorbed chair, gazing out from his giant new invention sat a mean old millionaire.

    His chair was perched half-way up the steel girders that reached high into the clouds. The chair was shock-absorbed to cushion him from the bumps of his invention’s tumultuous progress across the land. He called his machine a Cloud Snatcher. And tonight he was taking it on its first test drive.

    The machine was dark grey and at least thirty storeys high, but quite thin. At the top of its steel frame were two giant arms with the mobility of your own arms. They could turn, swivel and grasp even the fastest-moving rain-filled cloud.

    In the middle of his machine was a platform. On the platform was a tripod. On the tripod was a huge pair of purple binoculars. Behind the binoculars sat the mean old millionaire. And under him was the shock-absorbed chair.

    The cloud snatcher had what looked like a top-heavy round head above its arms, but which was in reality a chimney. This chimney was the exhaust pipe of the operations. The head spewed out a dirty black cloud full of toxins and poisons for every snatched cloud of rain. That was the waste product of his machine.

    All over the Cloud Snatcher lived and worked, purple human robots. They crawled and climbed over the machine, working as its mechanics. With ropes, ladders and elevators, they swarmed like ants over The Cloud Snatcher to fix the smallest problems and keep it running efficiently.

    It was so efficient, that large tracts of land were drying up after the rain failed to fall. Crops shrivelled and people suffered.

    The mean old millionaire was very happy with the Cloud Snatcher’s performance.

    He was content in his meanness. He sat on his shock absorbed chair, content in his new world: the air we breathe and the water we drink

    He watched as his mighty Cloud Snatcher grabbed at the clouds floating by and smiled. He thought the Cloud Snatcher might be a way to make another fortune. He didn’t know how yet but he knew his machine was good at stealing clouds. Therefore there must be a profit somewhere.

    But in its wake, people suffered. Their fluffy, grey clouds of rain were gone. The only rain that fell was the sticky brown liquid, the Cloud Snatcher’s pollution which made eyes water and crops die.

    The mean old millionaire was a man who was content because he had forgotten what happiness was. He thought the contentment he experienced while sitting on his shock-absorbed chair, watching as his cloud-snatching invention strode across the world fulfilling its mission stealing rain clouds, was happiness.

    CHAPTER TWO

    Desmond Zam was a happy man. He had a family, a house, a farm and a livelihood. His hobby – watching his giant tomatoes grow – kept him proud. He had

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