When his mother got home, the floor of the house was littered with nuts, sardines, bamboo, and corn.

“What in the world is going on?” shouted Mom.

“I’m hunting for a qualeor!” he grinned.

“No, you’re hunting for a grounding,” scolded Mom.

And then the qualeor burst through the window.

What in the world is a qualeor?

If you have an idea, why not describe it in a comment, or draw a picture of it (while it’s bursting through the window, perhaps?).