Once upon a time, in a small town named Oakville, there lived a young boy named Ammar. Ammar had a special talent for getting angry with everyone and everything around him. He would stomp his feet, clench his fists, and blow his top, turning as red as a tomato. Day after day, Ammar's anger seemed to grow stronger. One evening, as Ammar lay in his bed for bedtime, he couldn't help but feel angry about something again. But little did he know that this night would be different. As he closed his eyes, a faint shimmering light emerged from the corner of his room. The light grew bigger and brighter until it slowly took the shape of a ghostly figure.

"Ammar," a voice whispered, "why do you look so sad?" Startled, Ammar quickly opened his eyes and there, standing beside his bed, was a plump, friendly ghost named Shakshi. But she was different from any other ghost he had seen before. Shakshi had a mischievous smile and wore an old-fashioned aviator hat. She floated in mid-air as if she had just landed from a parachute.

Ammar stared at Shakshi in awe. "Who are you? And how did you get here?!" "I'm Shakshi, the rhyming ghost with a funny side," she chuckled. "I somehow found my way to your room, seeking someone to share my love for adventure and rhymes. Would you like to learn something super fun, like skydiving?"

Ammar's jaw dropped. Skydiving? That sounded both exciting and terrifying at the same time. He had never imagined himself taking such a daring leap into the sky. But Shakshi's contagious enthusiasm actually made him curious. Curiosity got the better of him, and Ammar hesitantly said, "Um, alright, I'll give it a try. But only if you promise to keep me safe!"

Shakshi clapped her ghostly hands together. "Deal! We'll start with baby steps, don't worry. We won't jump from a real airplane just yet." With a wave of her hand, Shakshi conjured up a magical door, leading to a mysterious skydiving training camp. They stepped through the door and found themselves in a vast open field, parachutes of all colors decorating the sky above.

Shakshi taught Ammar how to wear the safety gear, how to steer the parachute, and most importantly, how to overcome his fears. She kept reciting rhymes, creating a light-hearted atmosphere that made Ammar's worries fade away. "Jumping from the sky with playful grace, floating through the air at a steady pace," Shakshi rhymed as they prepared for their first leap into the sky. "Trust your parachute, feel the joy inside, let the wind guide you on this magical ride!"

Ammar took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and leaped off the pretend airplane. And oh, what a joyous feeling it was! The wind whistled past his ears, carrying away all his anger and anxiety. Ammar laughed and giggled, feeling as light as a feather. Skydiving became their secret adventure. Each night, Shakshi and Ammar would leave their worries behind and jump into the magical land. The more they practiced, the more Ammar's anger faded away and replaced with excitement and joy.

But as time passed, Ammar began to notice a change within himself. He found that the skydiving lessons with Shakshi taught him much more than simply flying through the clouds. He learned the importance of patience, staying calm in stressful situations, and embracing positivity. One night, as they took their final leap for the hundredth time, Ammar felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. He looked at Shakshi and said, "Thank you, Shakshi. You've taught me to fly in the sky and in life. From now on, I'll try my best to stay positive and kind."

Shakshi beamed with pride and wrote her final rhyme, "Ammar, my friend, I'm proud of what you've achieved. With skydiving and rhymes, your anger has relieved. Remember our adventures, keep the joy alive, and let kindness and positivity forever thrive!" And from that day onwards, Ammar continued to spread joy and kindness with his newfound love for adventure, all thanks to his hilarious ghost friend, Shakshi, who taught him to leap into the world with a smile. The end.