Steve was strolling along on the hot golden sand. It was nice and clam. Suddenly the wind picked up and he could hear a squid smacking its tentacles in the waves. In the distance behind a grassy hill black smoke was drifting wavily in the air. It might be a blacksmith thought Steve. Just then it started to pour down and water dripped into his square eyes. He set off at a run aiming for the black smith in the village behind the hill.