company, one that either had their own name somehow involved, or exemplified what their specific talents were, and nobody else's.
In the end, it was Jorge who came up with the best and most sensible name of all.
"Everyone stop fighting, please!" Jorge had his hands raised high in the air, higher than most airplanes could fly. "I have a compromise, if you will all just stop fighting and listen for once. I have come up with a name I think we can all agree on. Please listen!"
"Well? What is it young man?" Gertrude demanded, tapping her foot impatiently. "What name could possibly be better than my suggestion?"
"Yes, Jorge?" George was eager to hear what name his friend had thought of. "What'd you come up with? We're all ears," George said, his own ears dangling the length of two school buses.
"Well, s?nors and s?noritas? Since we are all giants," Jorge said, "and since we all make the weather, and since we are all determined to become a corporation?"
"Yes, yes?" Gertrude snapped. "Out with it?
"Why don't we call ourselves the Giant Weather Corporation?"
There was a great silence over the earth while the giants thought it over. Without wasting too much time, they all decided that the name Jorge came up with-a name which incorporated all of their special talents-would be taken into effect immediately. The six of them shook hands, and the matter was settled. They were now equal partners of the Giant Weather Corporation.
But the arguing over what their name should be was only the beginning. Prior to splitting up and going to their corners of the earth to make rain, rainbows, earthquakes, tidal waves, lightning, and thunder . . .
Xiu made the mistake of saying, "Aren't rainbows wonderful? They are the most beautiful of all the weather creations. Don't you agree, George?"
"Well, Xiu," George said with a slight cough, "I don't mean to step on your toes, but your silly little rainbows wouldn't make a lick of sense if it weren't for me making the rain first."
"Ha!" Reese said, offering up a world-class scoff. "What's so special about rain? All you do is make up tiny little droplets of water. I make giant waves with all those gathered droplets! Now that's what I call talent!"
"I beg to differ, Reese," George argued. "I believe those tidal wives of yours seem to cause more harm than good. A man can't think straight wearing a pair of soaking wet work boots!"
Jorge agreed.
"And besides, haven't you ever heard the saying 'right as rain'?" George went on, but Reese shook his head because that saying had not been used before today. "On top of all that, the wonderful sound of rainfall can lull anyone to sleep!"
"You should know, George," said Gertrude, her arms folded across her chest. "Just as soon as I came down here, I caught you napping when you were supposed to be working. So there."
"Oh, hogwash," George said, using the word 'hogwash' long before anyone else. "I was just, you know, listening with my eyes closed!"
Soon all the giants were arguing. And the sound of their squabbling went up, up, up into the atmosphere, eventually gaining enough altitude that the CEO heard it-as did someone else, down below.
"Everyone hush!" Gertrude shouted, rudely trying to tell everyone what to do.
"Nobody tells me when to hush, lady," said Baxter. "Go stick your pointy nose in someone else's face for a change." Then he belched a loud disgusting burp that seemed to cause a tear in the sky. The eruption surprised Gertrude so much that she accidently released a bolt of lightning, which struck right beside George's foot-the other foot this time.
"Watch it, Stretch!" George said, insulting his co-worker even though it had clearly been an accident. "Why don't you watch where you shoot those silly lightning bolts!"
"Silly?" Gertrude said. "Silly?"
Reese said, "Could you please explain to me, Gertrude, how your silly flashes of light are more important than my tidal waves? That's something I'd like to know."
Then Jorge joined in.
Then Xiu began to argue.
The Giant Weather Corporation was about to go out-of-business before the company even had a chance to get off the ground. And it was all because of a name.
V
Meanwhile?
Down below, in his underground kingdom, a special someone was rubbing his greedy hands together. This was exactly what he'd intended all along: the Giant Weather Corporation to fight, argue, and bicker amongst themselves, thereby allowing bitterness and jealousy to creep into their hearts.
Each one of the Weather Makers was deceived, for it was he who desired to control the weather. And he got his chance after the CEO decided to bring George, Xiu, Jorge, Reese, Gertrude and Baxter back home to their rightful place, declaring the experiment a success.
But before the CEO could bring the weather back under his control (which was no easy thing to do) Mother Nature herself was snatched from his Mighty Hands.
And that's why the weather is the way it is, even to this day, because?
Mr. B stole it.
End
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