...a magical bubble..fighting against the wind and its evil powers..scared of the giant cement monsters around him..hoping to get to the highest point a bubble likehim has ever been..on top of his bubble world..he grins 'cause he feels lucky..he got the right wind which takeshim up in the mighty sky..this gives him strenght to overcome any supercilious monster that would ever come across..but wind is tricky..it doesn't care about an unwary bubble..it reels and baffles andtwists everythingit crosses..and so our little friend's ideal's vanished..he sees himself alone with only grey ahead..the big and blue is far away..he trembles with fear and all his colours mix..it's dark and quiet and cold..you only hear a sigh (2 seconds break) and then a poc..