One day, a great evil swept across the land, threatening to destroy everything in its path. The people cried out for help, and the Thunderbirds answered their call. They swooped down from the mountains, their thunderous wings beating against the darkness, driving it back with bolts of lightning.

But the battle was fierce, and the Thunderbirds knew they needed to act quickly to save the people and the land. So, with all their might, they unleashed a final barrage of lightning, striking down the evil once and for all.

However, in doing so, the Thunderbirds expended so much energy that they transformed into clouds, their powerful wings becoming the rumbling thunder that echoes across the sky. From that day forth, whenever a storm brews, it's said that the Thunderbirds are still protecting the land, their thunderous cries a reminder of their sacrifice and eternal watchfulness.

However, Perkūnas was not always benevolent. Legend has it that he could be unpredictable and sometimes wrathful, striking the earth with thunderbolts in fits of anger. It was said that he punished those who disobeyed him or showed disrespect, while also rewarding those who honored him with bountiful harvests and prosperity.

With whom he had three sons.

All the sons have grown up and are already able to blow hard.

Then the Wind called them to the giant stone and said: "I and my wife gave birth to you all.

She was also a giant and looked like other women.

When you were little, she had a misfortune - she was crushed by this giant stone. Let's free her. Open that stone!”

All the sons of the Wind and he himself began to turn the stone.

After opening the stone, the children rushed to save their mother.

He left the giant stone to his father to keep.

Father did not pass the stone.

This one fell with the greatest crash into its old place.

The mother and all three sons were killed.

Only one Wind remains.

He has to work a lot now: he runs all over the world and blows from there.

When the Wind frees his children from under that giant stone, all three sons and the father will fall together.

Then will be the last hour of human life.

Everything will be put in the tires.

Scattered over the widest space.

The Anglican minister, George Lyde, was unhurt, but his wife "had her ruff and the linen next her body, and her body, burnt in a very pitiful manner". The head of local warrener Robert Mead struck a pillar so hard that it left an indentation; his skull was shattered, and his brain hurled to the ground. A "one Master Hill a Gentleman of good account in the Parish" was thrown violently against a wall and died "that night". His son, sitting next to him, was unhurt.

Some are said to have suffered burns to their bodies, but not their clothes. A dog is reported to have run out of the door, been hurled around as if by a small tornado, and fallen dead to the ground.

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