Mr. Puff Puff came out from behind the curtains and took a final bow.  The audience was on Cloud Nine.  Who but Mr. Puff Puff- so nimble, so nice- could simultaneously juggle 6 kittens, 12 hamsters, 3 puppies, and 9 long-eared rabbits without anyone getting a scratch?  Who but Mr. Puff Puff could juggle hot apple pies without cracking their crusts, then slice them midair and serve them a la mode (never strawberry ice cream- only vanilla) to his adoring fans?  Who but Mr. Puff Puff could juggle tennis balls so quickly that they looked like a swarm of startled bees?  It was if he controlled the air that surrounded him.  Each time it looked like an object might hit the ground, he would inhale, muster a breeze, and puff it back up.  The crowd, as usual, had been blown away and shouted, "Encore!" but the master magician had already flown off.  Mr. Puff Puff was gone with the wind.

"Thank you for coming," said Professor Electra to his friend as he stood in the basket of his deflated hot air balloon.  "My experiment has been sabotaged by lack of wind.  Without your help, I will be forced to give up my quest to find the cloud with the silver lining."

"Anytime," said Mr. Puff Puff as he scanned the clear blue sky for even a hint of fluffy white.  "Well, except on Halloween.  Not a ghost of a chance that I step out that night."

"Anywhere," he continued as he fished in his bulging pockets, "except for rodeos, ranches and merry go rounds- all horses, even wooden ones, give me the willies."

"Anything," he promised as he pulled out a squirrelly bag marked PROPERTY OF AEOLUS- FOUR CORNERS OF THE EARTH, "except if it involves fish and/or peanuts.  I'm highly allergic to both...although I do love spaghetti and meatballs."

"Stop sounding like a windbag!" shouted the Professor, "and start focusing on your bag of wind!"

"All in due time," huffed Mr. Puff Puff.  "Keep your windsocks on!"  He licked a finger and held it aloft:

Nothing from the North Wind 

Nothing from the South

Nothing from the East or West

to blow out of my mouth.

I must open this bag of Aeolus

that I 'borrowed' from his cave

and send a gust, an upward thrust

so Electra can be saved.

With that, this small fellow held his bag under the dome of the collapsed balloon.  Carefully, very carefully, he began to release the captive wind.  Within moments, Electra was aloft.  Satisfied, Mr. Puff Puff hiccupped a cirrus cloud and began to juggle its wisps in the sky.