In the dark wood a wolf roamed, master of it's land. Here it knew it was king and that all trembled at its howl. One stormy eve came the rain. And the wolf gazed up at the sky. A loud boom crashed and the the wolf leaped to it, for that night it beheld something mightier than itself.
It gazed at the sky and wanted that power for itself, to not only be master of the dark wood but so terrible that all, even those not of its wood, feared it enough to heed its voice.
But the wolf thought, "The sky is big. And though fast and strong as I am, I am small compared to it. " It asked itself, "How do I gain the power of thunder?"
How do I gain the power of thunder?