Immediately, the cloud turned white and fluffy again, bringing a lovely light drizzle that watered his mother's garden.
Kies went back to the high hill. He waited. A small, gray, drizzly cloud floated by. Jump! Immediately, the cloud turned white and fluffy again,
Kies was small, fuzzy, and had ears that wiggled when he was thinking. More than anything in the world, Kies loved to collect things. He had jars filled with firefly whispers, boxes of shiny blue pebbles, and a pocket full of whisper-grass. But Kies wanted something better. He wanted a . A small, gray, drizzly cloud floated by
"Clouds are too high, Kies," said his friend, Bella the Bird, shaking her head. "And they are made of mist! You can’t put them in a jar." More than anything in the world, Kies loved
Kies realized that some things are meant to be admired, not owned. And honestly? Watching it look so beautiful in the sky was better than any prize in his jar. The End.
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