Above the southern sea,
great rain clouds
rose thick and heavy.

Guu spoke timidly to one of them.

“There is a village
suffering from drought.
Please,
bring them rain.”

The cloud replied cheerfully:

“That is no trouble at all.”

At once,
the rain cloud rushed
toward the village
at tremendous speed.

By the time Guu arrived,
the rain had already fallen—
far too much.

The village
was flooded.

The villagers cried out in anger:

“We never asked
for rain strong enough
to cause a flood!”

Guu felt ashamed
and deeply discouraged.

Then a crocodile roared loudly
and spoke to the villagers:

“What is a terrible disaster for you
is a wonderful rain for me
and for the penguins.

Even the dry, scorching weather
was a blessing
for cacti and lizards.

Nature does not follow
human wishes.

And yet,
it has always been
of use to someone.”

The villagers fell silent
before the crocodile’s anger.

Guu no longer knew
what it should do.

So, for the time being,
it sang its awkward song:

“Guu… guu… guu…”

The villagers,
who had lost their strength,
soon fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning,
they awoke refreshed
and full of energy.

At once,
they began to clean up
after the flood.

That night,
and the next,
and the next after that,
Guu sang:

“Guu… guu… guu…”

Each night,
the villagers slept peacefully.

Little by little,
they regained their strength
and worked diligently.

Before long,
the village
returned to its former state.

But Guu had sung too much.

The air within its body
began to escape,
and it shrank—
until it was no larger
than a blue whale.

Exhausted,
Guu rode the wind
and left the village,
in search of a place to rest.