The land is going to be infested by cake monsters soon, you and your people know it. You all start praying to the Sky God for mercy on your mortal souls, until a thunder hits one of the cookies.

Everyone is screaming, until a voice comes from the clouds: “QUIET!”

“That cookie showed arrogance in their prayer, showing no sign on empathy to any of you… RUN, EARTHLING COOKIES! THE THUNDER MAY PROTECT YOU TODAY IF YOU STOP BOTHERING ME!”

The sky herself.