Sunday Octopus

"Ugh!" She peered at the wriggling thing clattering within the bucket. "One of These. Again!" She hefts the bucket and stamps angrily along the street, flies angrily until reaching the looming, massive tentacled eye in the sky.

"Hoi!" She yells and lobs the bucket up into the virulent sky, "You left another one! Now get lost!"

The massive form rumbles. The sky cracks with purple lightning.

“Ugh.” She mutters. “Ok send back the bucket! Is that it now?”

A bucket sails back to earth, making a tiny crater. The sky grumbles and becomes clear as the tentacled form leaves.