It was a bright and sunny day. The delivery stork was pleased with this, as it was a perfect opportunity to deliver some recently-born twin babies to their parents. So as he left the hospital, he soared through the skies, holding a bag with his beak, having the babies inside.

Suddenly a cloud, among many, started to get angry, for some reason. Its snow-white color scheme darkened, making it a darker gray. All the other clouds, one by one, also shared this distinction, and rain started to fall.

The stork's eyes widened. He was unsure of what his next move would be—until he heard the babies crying from inside the bag.

Motivation to get the babies to the parents fueled the stork, and he flew off.

To make matters worse, the thunderclouds were booming thunder, making the stork have to avoid them all if he sought to survive, which he hardly managed to do.

Regardless, it seemed he was safe, to the stork's relief.

But the biggest thundercloud had something in store for him. He charged up the most powerful bolt of lightning, even glowing yellow in the process.

The stork was too horrified to do anything. But he knew what to do in an instant. He opened his beak, causing the bag to fly away, along with the babies. He knew that giving up his own life to save the babies' was the right thing to do, and there was nothing that could change that.

So he closed his eyes and braced himself for the last few moments of his life.

Abruptly, the clouds calmed down, and the skies cleared up, reverting to its iconic blue color. Unfortunately, the delivery stork had died...but because of his sacrifice, he had perished a hero, knowing the babies, wherever they were now, would be safe and sound with their parents.

But this was just the beginning.