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One afternoon, during a particularly enthusiastic sneeze from a passing wind, Nimbus lost his grip on the atmosphere and tumbled downward. He didn't rain, and he didn't evaporate. Instead, he tumbled through the freezing mountain air until he landed with a soft poof in a patch of fresh snow.

A local woodcutter found the "living snowball" and brought him home. To this day, the puppy—now named —doesn't bark at the mailman; he only barks at the wind, as if he’s telling his old friends in the sky all the interesting things he’s found on the ground. Fi6APsaWAAIQc9a.jpg

In the high peaks of the Altai Mountains, there was a cloud named Nimbus who was much smaller than the others. While the big storm clouds practiced their thunder and the wispy cirrus clouds stretched across the horizon, Nimbus just wanted to see what was beneath the white floor of the sky. A local woodcutter found the "living snowball" and