The Wind And The Sun went . . . head to head in a war: they couldn’t settle the score, without the help from their lord.
The two competitively fought, according to the testaments lore. They asked the Universe, for its advice: for its nonjudgmental support.
According to legend, sorcerers and speculative reports: The Sun And The Wind were friendly before their detestment abhorred
The Messenger recalled "The Sun And The Wind's argumentative rapport!" How they spent their energy quarreling, like a
magnetic storm
The Sun attempted to ignore the Winds torrential retort! The Wind told the Sun: "Your powers are mediocre in this realm of yore!"
As the Winds got suspenseful and sought to put an end to their vendetta for all of eternity and forever more!
The Wind told the Sun:
"Whoever can get the shawl off of that bow-legged tourist—will be very victorious, for centuries forth."
“Rest assure, whoever can get it off will be regarded as The God of the Spectrum Board!”
The Wind And The Sun agreed to the celestial sport and began to manifest across the horizon like the
Pegasus Horse
The Sun let the Wind set it off: The Wind blew until the tree bended and torqued and the leaves fell off and sequestered the fort
The Wind upsettingly roared as the adventurer steadily explored: holding, his coat, tight, against, his trembling arms, trying to get himself warm...
The Wind got venomous and strong and almost blew him off of his destiny's course with a menacing swarm, every step, was met, with the wind leveled and warped!
The Wind inhaled and exhaled frost—as the adventurer thought: How
strange the
weather is in the
Western Hemispheres North
¡¡
Wretched and raw: The Legend looked disheveled and distraught, as the winds picked up speeds, like heliports, propelling him forth:
The man looked to the heavens, for an answer
The Universe questioned his resolve and thought that he was better off pushing forward through the senselessness of the storm
Congested and hoarse: The Wind developed a sore-hacking-cough, trying to get the jacket off: from all the effort involved.
The more the Wind blew...the tighter the man held to the shawl, wrapping it, around, his chest, as the wind looked breathless/unsure
¡¡
“I’ve given it my best effort.”
Said The Wind: Blue in its face with its oxygen level restored. Catching its breath, as The Adventurer ventured forward with his septor and sword
The Wind accepted the loss: The Sun told the Wind “To Watch” and warmed up the adventurer with a benevolence source
Out of breath
The Wind watched as The Suns temperatures soared: as The Legend tore off his leather shawl, wiping the sweat from his pores: and rested on the X of the shore
The Sun had used its leverage to charm the adventurer... to see just who really was the Super Power of the Nebular Courts
The Wind had guessed wrong, but it never thought it would be a breeze: as the adventurer went for the oars
The Wind gave the boat a push: as The Sun settled—adorned.
Gentle persuasion is, sometimes, more effective than force