Many centuries away lived a brawny ghost who resided on top of a beach in Vietnam and when he became angry, the waves were humungous. When the ghost was miserable, the waves were high and when he was joyful he transformed the waves into tranquil and monotonous ripples.
On the beach, it was windy and the sand blew fiercely everywhere and when you built a sand castle the ghost would gobble it all up. If you swam too far out the ghost would munch you as his favourite meal.
But one day, the people didn't come to his beach and went instead to another beach and the ghost was outrageous as he was bored of seeing his beach deserted so he turned the waves into a tsunami and the tsunami damaged the whole town.
Pique surged and the king quit his throne because it would cost too much to build up the city. No one else wanted to be king and so there was no order to the town, no hospitals and the people became sick. The ghost was powerless to bring the people back and decided to flee and suddenly money sprinkled down from the sky. Now they could afford to buy everything.
When everything was restored and back to normal a new king was elected and everything was fine and and everybody lived happily ever after and everyone spent lots of time on the beach.