Idealist - Kondin

One night time ago, a big storm hit a small village. Houses were blow away and the town was flooded. In the mornin it left only a large pile of mud. Children cried out loundly because they lost all clothes, books, pencils and toys. People werw sad and hopeless. Suddenly, the mud started moving and changing forms into various sizes and shapes, Then, legs gradually sprang out and each mud ball began to walk toward every child. Before children started screaming, those mud balls gave them big friendlu smiles and said, ”Don´t be afraid of us, please. We are sent here by the angels. Look the clear blue sky always comes after the storm. We are your frieds and will play with you. Our name is Kondin.”