As prophecy, it is Force Majeure, to state one day Man will be arrayed shoulder to shoulder to face a tribunal of a natural justice. Warnings have been dire this century in literary Jeremiads such as George Orwell's Animal Farm, and others, to scarify the conscience of Man, its criminal sordidness, and loutish life of murderer. A novelized framework of a plot, to stir an otherwise sanguine reader. The plot of the Cloud involves the daily Latin and South American drug wars, massacres, willful wars by despots and legal bandits in fiendish power plays. A void of human law. Protesters hit the street in civil disobedience who no longer see a political representation in civil government. Conditions in the world at large are hopeless until the Cloud appears, disguised as an asteroid, actually a host of the billions of unwanted babies, mauled, maimed and slaughtered in the abattoir of sanctioned clinics. The Cloud, charges man with condemnation and extinction if man does not redeem his soul. A trial is in order on the behavior of an ignoble animal. Man's fate lies in the lap of an animal tribunal. An animal court will judge whether Man deserves a merciful reprieve, a chance to better himself. A home, where Man will not be Wolf to Man and no poisonous spiritless ideologies will rule the people. The children have never understood abandonment to medical waste cans; have a lingering credulous mayhap faith in love of parenthood. If Man fails the demands of the loveless, lovelorn infants of the Cloud, who will judge? And what judgment? If Orwell, or Dean Swift spot a tear of grace in the docile eyes of a Dalmation firehouse or carriage house, then so be it. Let the gavel fall! If magical solutions, so? Frank Palescandolo December 1, 2011 Copyright