Once Upon a Time there was a lonesome cloud. It was lonesome because no one wanted it in their country because it brought misery and head colds. It wandered the world, grief-stricken and full of woe, sobbing everywhere it went. Tears would fall to the earth and people would shout abuse at the cloud.
Then one day the cloud came to a country where no one shouted abuse as he went past. This is because this country was very, very hot and its crops had been suffering badly! No one knew what to do; they had no food, no water. Until the lonesome cloud came along. His tears of sadness fell on the crops and the crops suddenly grew and the people of that country were able to eat again!
From that day on, they named that country England for Eng means wet and land means land. And never has the cloud left - he's always there, somewhere, crying. But no longer are they tears of sadness - but they are tears of JOY!
The End.




I know, it's a bit far-fetched. But I'm a fantasist - what can I say?