Published in StoryStar 2010 It was a pleasant Sunday morning. The flowers gazing at the Sun as if the King of the day was rising from the darkness and clouds were moving away making way to the king and winds aiding them to move. The morning turned even so romantic with the birds making sounds coming out of their tiny little nests. This is how an innocent cute little boy sitting right next to Professor Jay was picturing the beautiful day, but what Professor Jay sees was a giant hot ball of fire getting ready to burn the coloured flowers into ashes and dark coloured clouds moving to set off some heavy loss aided by the wind and ugly naked birds with their pointed noses preparing themselves for preying on some insects. His vision was obscure. His observational skills made him Professor Danger