Scotland was hiking a mountain in the Scottish Highlands. His hair was blowing in the wind, the only thing keeping him cool on his long trip upward. When he had nearly reached the top, he sat on a rock to overlook the view of the Scottish countryside, something he loved ever so dearly. He smiled to himself, a smile of adoration. A boom of thunder cracked through the sky. Scotland looked up at the now grey and stormy sky as a drop of rain splashed on the tip of his nose.