By Chris Moody 

The answers, my friend are blowing in the wind, so let our story begin…  

Levi and Aaron were playing outside while Mummy was hanging their pants out to dry. Aaron, sitting at the top of the slide was waiting for Levi to step to the side. And as Levi danced a dinosaur dance, suddenly Aaron spotted his chance. Like a rocket he slid the down the length of the slide. He bounced on the grass and he giggled inside. As a gentle breeze blew in from the west, Mummy moved on from pants to vests. But something was coming, a change in the air. Levi, Aaron and Mummy were scared. Then a huge gust of wind blew in from the east, with a roar it was the wild, windary beast. The windary beast blew as hard as he could, he was covered in mischief and up to no good. He blew through the garden and tossed up the leaves then rattled the windows and bent all the trees. The windary beast blew fast overhead then turned and swooped down to chase Levi instead. Mummy was brave so she joined in the chase but the windary beast blew her hair in her face. The windary beast stole the pants from the line and blew them next door to 109. Where Mrs. McGreevy was planting her seeds and Mr McGreevy was digging up weeds. The windary beast came to a stop and the pants he had stolen started to drop. They floated down softly until somebody said  

“Who put these underpants here on my head?” It was Mr. McGreevy sounding surprized as the pants slipped further down over his eyes. He tripped over a bucket and fell onto his bottom into a pile of cabbages, stinky and rotten. Mrs. McGreevy came over and said  

“Why are you wearing pants on your head?” Mr McGreevy was about to speak when the windary beast flew down from the east. Levi and Mummy watched in suspense as the beast blew the pants back over the fence. 

“Catch them!” Shouted mummy as they came down to land, as Daddy arrived and held out his hand. He caught the pants as they hung in the air then asked  

“Who’s been playing catch with my underwear?” Everyone laughed, but the windary beast, for he’d slunk away back to the east. 

“Is it time for my supper?” a sleepy Aaron said 

“Yes” said Mummy, “then straight up to bed!” 

So he’s gone for now and nobody knows exactly where the windary beast goes, or when he’ll be back to tickle your toes, or blow his nose on the rows of clothes. 

Some people say he can be heard in the night, howling down chimneys to give you a fright. 

So watch out for him and hold on tight to the hat on your head and the string of your kite. 

But don’t be afraid because he’s really just the wind, It’s the thunderclap monster that you mustn’t let in!