The purple scarecrow held his purple umbrella and watched as a gigantic purple cloud exploded into many smaller purple clouds. It was beautiful because of the color but a little unsettling because it emanated an ominous aura. No one was around for miles. The purple scarecrow’s owners were away for the night and their closest neighbors were at least 10 miles away. The purple scarecrow didn’t know what to do other than stand there and stare. A round beam of light shone on the ground, beamed down from the cloud mass. Something serious was going to happen. The purple scarecrow was certain of that. He just couldn’t imagine what it might be.