Prologue
It was a hot summer day, Colby was sitting on his roof, there were not a lot of clouds, very few actually. He sketched as he sat, different drawings of pictures he saw in the clouds. One that he had drawn was shaped like a turtle, with huge eyes and a huge shell. Another was like a banana with a mustache. He sketched and sketched, until something blocked his light, making a shadow over his paper. And sure enough, something came hurtling down, crashing right into his roof, knocking a huge hole in it…
