The next key frame of the same shot as image 1, in exactly the same drawing style, with exactly the same camera, framing, background, hail and grey light, and the woman in the same place. A moment later she has taken her fingers out of her ears, puffed up her cheeks and is blowing out a huge, furious "pff": her lips pursed, eyes shut, eyebrows down. From her lips a strong swirling gust of wind bursts out to the left of the frame, a spiral whirlwind of hailstones, raindrops and torn green leaves flying away out of the left edge. Her hands are down, out of frame or resting below. She has exactly two arms and two hands. No text, no letters.
