Spit, fire! Spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters.
I tax you not, you elements, with unkindness:
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
You owe me no subscription: then let fall
Your horrible pleasure...
Imagine trusting your children with everything you have.
Now imagine trusting your worst enemies with everything you have.
They could be one in the same.
Click on Jasper the Unicorn for his Interview with
KariMag reporter, Cheryl Karim