while the children were playing with the half-melted snow on their way to school.
Storky, being the creator of this world, fitted right in. The barrage of incoming snowballs clouded the clear morning sky. The joyous laughter of the playing children was pure bliss to his red ears. But something was not quite right.
The children that were always eager to go to school did not stop. The aerial bombardment of the half-melted snowballs did not subside. As a matter of fact, its intensity gradually increased. Progressing to the point, that by looking from the side, you would not think those were regular snowballs or children for that matter.
Storky was standing still amidst the raging battle. Was it due to awe, disbelief, or fear? He himself could not answer that question.
Suddenly the opposing team of seemingly superhuman eight-year-old stopped the attack in unison.