Little did she realize that in the little circle of friends she was spouting to, there was a man called Gilbert who was a master thief. Quite frankly there was nothing he wouldn’t try to pinch.
Gilbert had long fancied Mavis from afar. Here was his chance to impress. He would steal the weather. Mavis would be more than pleased and they would marry and live happily ever after.
Gilbert began to capture every tornado, and hurricane, and storm, and flood. If it was bad weather he’d catch it and stuff it into a crystal vial he had made. Soon there was no bad weather needlessly wandering about.
“Look Mavis,” he said to her one day. “I’ve captured all the bad weather and now you have no reason to complain. You can relax in permanent sunshine.”
“You stupid boy,” said Mavis. “I wasn’t complaining about the bad weather. It was the hot, sticky, summer weather that I was complaining about.” Gilbert realized he had been barking up the wrong tree, so he went down to the sea and threw the crystal vial into the water.
And that explains global warming.
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