Hurricane Bill was angry. Hurricane Bill wanted to rage and storm.
Hurricane Bill wanted to lightning-strike the ground and thunder-clap the air.
Hurricane Bill wasn't always Hurricane Bill. He used to be just Plain Old Bill.
Until one day, one very sad day, when Bill's dad got sick and had to go to the hospital. Bill's dad didn't come home, even though Bill wished and wished for it.
Bill's dad died and Bill was angry. He was so angry that he became Hurricane Bill.
Hurricane Bill was a mighty terror.
He threw his toys and broke them.
He hit his brother and made him cry.
He kicked the wall and hurt his toes.
He was JUST! SO! ANGRY!
Hurricane Bill's mom told him not to throw his toys when he was angry. Instead, she gave him some scrap paper and showed him how to rip it into teeny tiny pieces.
She said not to hit his brother. She gave him a pillow to punch, so he wouldn't hurt himself or anyone else.
She told him to stomp, stomp, STOMP his feet on the floor, to stop himself from kicking anything.
But he was still angry.
So Hurricane Bill's mom gave him a big hug. She held him in her lap and told him that it was OK to be angry. She was angry, too.
Sometimes this made Hurricane Bill cry. Sometimes it made him even more angry.
But most times it made him feel better and, even if it was just for a little while, Hurricane Bill became Plain Old Bill again.