Once upon a time in Africa, a little boy lived in a hut. Then one day the little boy was carrying a ball, looking for someone to play. Then he spotted a little boy looking for someone to play too. The boy who was holding the ball's father was building a wind shelter because it was the windy season. Well, the boy without the ball was not an ordinary human, he was the son of the wind. Soon, they became friends and began to roll the ball back and forth. The son of the wind wanted to know the boy's name and the boy told him it was Nakati and the Nakati wanted to know the son of wind's name. But the son of wind would not tell him. Then Nakati went home to ask his Mom, for she knew the son of of the wind's name. His mom said she would tell him but she told him not to say it untill dad finished the wind shelter. It was a weird name, it was Whoree-kuan-kuan gwow-gwow-bootish. Two days later Nakati checked on his dad and he saw he was done, then he passed the ball to the son of the wind and the next thing he said was : "Here it comes Whoree-kuan-kuan gwow-gwow-bootish!" The son of the wind fell over and Nakati ran all the way to his house but now he knew what causes wind.