twas the night that he was born he was a little child named Gordan he like raindrops but not normal rain some people thought that it twas creepy. He paid them no mind and watched them all day just a drip a drain pipe. People got used to it welcomed it were amused by it he enjoied it though it wasn't his fault. wone day Gordan got an itch that he could not reach. he tried to scrach it with a stick he tried to scratch it with his hand all failed. He passed a Beautiful female on the streat with unormaly long nails well he could not resist that. she simly said yes but you must five me that soft peace of felt in your pocket. Gordan loved that peace of felt but it was worth giving up the one phisical thing he loved for a good back sracth. The female said i was a test by the Fox lord GIen. Yoy gave up something you loved just to be a little less uncomforatable that was not aloud. Gordan did not care for he had seen some fog off in the distance dancing and such he chased as he did he fallowed his dreams for the fog and taht was the last we saw of old Gordan for that fog is where the fox god lived and he shall never see rain again for that is the fair punishment.