On occasion, a sandstorm is most welcome. "It looks like a fairy tale", Said the ferret to the wind. Meanwhile, Schools of freshwater fish Gyrated heedless of the oceans and their cousins. Above the water, back to the fairy tale, My cat finished his tuna, Heedless of the invisible war underwater, Heedless of the dusty invasion that Would paint the skyscrapers and streets with Job opportunities. The ferret looked at the workers, "It looks like a fairy tale", Said he to the wind.