willow defies the thunders

The thunders gathered up their resentments and their slights in a towering bruised mass and stomped across the sky, slamming doors and grumbling, and everyone backed away at least two steps--at least out of arms' reach--and was respectfully quiet. Except for the sparrows. You know how they are. Told to shush, elbowed in the wing, given significant glances, they still had to whisper just one more time, had to say just that one last thing and then giggle about it.

The thunders were sure they wer...