Warmer weather was returning to Dreamland. Flowers bloomed, birds sang, and the days got longer. However, with this weather came storms.
Kirby wasn't expecting one to hit so early. He never paid attention to the weather forecast on PPP TV. When the dark clouds rolled in, he stopped what he was doing and went back inside his house.
Soon, small drops of rain started to fall. Kirby could hear them plop against his roof. They got louder, and louder, and louder, until Kirby looked out the window and all he could see was rain. The wind howled outside, and he felt his house shake. Kirby jumped under his covers. He sat there and shivered, covering his head.
Thoughts raced through his mind. Would he be safe? Would the tree next to his house fall on him? Would his house be ripped out of the ground? He hugged his star-shaped pillow tight, wishing someone was here to comfort him, like Meta Knight.
Was Meta Knight ok? Had the Halberd been flying when the storm hit? Kirby thought over this, then came to a realization. Meta Knight had fought so many people and survived that one storm wouldn't hurt him. Kirby himself had fought so many scary things and survived. He would be fine, and even if something happened, he could live through it.
He softened his grip on the pillow, and let out a big sigh. He then walked over to the small bookshelf he had and pulled out a picture book. He couldn't read, but he did like to look at the pictures. He turned on a lamp and started to gaze at the colorful pictures. His eyes started to feel heavy, and he put the book down. Before he knew it, he drifted off to another dreamland.
