Once there was a girl who caught lightening in her pocket.
She would reach deep inside, pull one out, and stuff it in her mouth, crunching hard and long. She would then swallow it with a gulp and reach in her pocket for another.
When she was angry, every hair on her head would stick on end. When she was happy, her teeth would glow a silvery white along with her fingertips and toenails.
The girl was a rather odd creature. She would wander the streets chewing contently on her webbed lightening bolts. No one knew where she had come from or where she presently lived.
In fact, they all knew very little about her.