"All the penguins, the centipedes, everyone applauds.
Except, even if you climb to the treetops...
It's impossible to catch the candy floss.
And so, everyone climbs to the top of the mountain...
except the giraffes who, of course, stay in one spot,
munching the clouds.

The snowflakes evaporate...
and then turn into hailstones.

In the farmyards...
the turkeys scramble towards the hailstones...
the better to peck them.
And the children's voices cry for help.
The chickens are merciless."

from The City of Lost Children