"Burlesque shows!" breathed Olsen beatifically."Not quite," the gull said. "I have something different in mind.Now observe
" the gull hauled a length of stout twine from under its wing
"with this bit of twine (and the age-old wisdom I shallimpart to you) you can build a cat's cradle that will raise thestorm, or quiet it, whenever you feel like it. You can run theweather. My!" the gull said heartily, "won't that be
"I guess so," said Olsen. "But
""The power, Olsen! Think of it!" the gull cried ringingly. "Thegrandeur of the primeval storm! The roar of the white-crestedseas that you can raise! The typhoon screaming, sheets of peltingrain, jagged lightning, the boom of thunder
call, Olsen!""No strippers?" said Olsen. "No fanny dancers?"Not troubling to reply to this, the gull thereupon taught Olsenthe art of constructing such a cat's cradle as would constrain theweather into obeying his, Olsen's, slightest whim. And Olsen found it sort of interesting. He tried a typhoon, awaterspout, a
but Olsen's mind was pretty limited. His slightestwhim was indeed slight. He tried and tried, and after three days,he thought of doing some St. Elmo's Fire with his cat's cradle.Then his ideas ran out.The gulls, meanwhile, had been repairing nests, and layingnew eggs. They hadn't much time for this, though, before Olsengot bored with the weather. One storm is pretty much like another,especially with a dull fellow like Olsen in charge
a spot of rain, a bit of wind, what's so wonderful about that?