Storm of whales

Storm of whales
 

Peter Williams was on his fishing boat
Hunting whales in the Arctic
When suddenly a pain has taken his chest
Peter fell faint while everyone in his
Volta tried desperately to come to him
He was unconscious for a few seconds
Seconds that seemed like an eternity
When he woke up
Peter was shocked.
He was in his hometown.
In London, Peter walked the streets.
And he had not seen anyone
There was no one in town
He would run
From one side to the other, trying to find someone
To explain
What was happening
Peter was desperate
Upon learning that he was alone
And for not knowing
The reason for this happening
Suddenly
The sky was covered by a gray cloud
And soon a storm started
Peter was surprised
For there had not yet been a
Water drop
When he looked at the horizon
Peter was amazed
His eyes widened in front of that scene.
It could not be real.
It was too much to believe
Thousands of whales were falling from the sky
By knocking on the floor
Their bodies exploded
Washing the streets with blood
They fall on the cars, on the houses
Peter saw the Big Bang being destroyed
For a rain of whales
It was disturbing
Desperate, Peter shouted.
When he screamed, Peter had regained consciousness
And when he realized that he was back on the boat
He breathed in relief, he got up, had the harpoons guarded
And said:
- No more killing!
I do not want to see this blood in the sea anymore
Let's go back home!
For NY, sir?
Asked his servant
-No! To London!
I want to visit my hometown.

After that day, Peter Williams never again hunted whales


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