Thor Needs a Helmet

Thor reclined on the crunchy, prickly yellow grass that hadn't seen moisture since 1842 b.c. A trickle of sweat slid along her jaw from the hairline on down. She wiped it off and licked her hand. Such a perfect day for relaxing by the water. Thor smiled at the muddy bed of the empty stream and whistled merrily. Overhead the blazing sun sent its scorching rays in Thor's direction, burning her scalp to a flaming crisp. Feeling a wee bit nostalgic, Thor decided to try to pick out shapes in the clouds, like she'd done as a child. On Thor's left was a cloud that resembled a cloud, and on her right was an even fluffier cloud that looked remarkably like a cloud. Thor was amused. She giggled and chucked a stone at a passing fly. Missed it by a mile. She gesticulated wildly and shouted after the fly, "You better keep walkin'!" Blame the heat or poor genetics...either way, Thor was...special.