There is a mahn named Quizzle-Basm. He was a great man with many arms and legs; too many to count on your hands. One night, past midnight, he was outside in the rain. He was trying to catch as many droplets with his many palms. Hail decided to come down instead, all 6 cm in size. He went and caught them all masterfully; juggling them like a pro. The disaster that was the storm was now a circus play with all welcome. "Welcome all, I am the great jester of Alkazamzu!" He yelled to all his new friends. "We love you!" they all shouted back at amazement and awe. The great mahn was now playing hacky sack with the stones of hail to up the ante. Then