Once upon a time, way up high in the sky, lived a little cloud named, well, Little! Little wasn't like the other clouds. The other clouds were big and fluffy, drifting along with the breeze. They loved to make shapes and do tricks.

Little, though, was small and wispy. He trailed behind the other clouds, dreaming of the day he could be big and fluffy, too.

"Someday," Little whispered, "I'm going on a grand adventure!"

One day, a strong wind whooshed through the sky. The big clouds tumbled and rolled, but Little, light as a feather, was swept away!

"Whee!" cried Little. He soared over mountains, skimmed over forests, and danced with the birds.

He saw cows grazing in fields that looked like green checkerboards and houses that looked like tiny squares.

Everything seemed so small from up high! Little felt a thrill he'd never felt before. Was this the grand adventure he dreamed of?

Soon, Little drifted over a park filled with children playing. They were laughing and pointing up at him.

"Look!" shouted one. "A funny little cloud!"

Little, usually so shy, felt a puff of pride. He wiggled and jiggled, making silly shapes. The children shrieked with delight.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Little felt a pang of sadness. It was time to go home.

The wind, sensing his sadness, gently guided him back to his friends. The big clouds were talking about the storm and all the fun they had.

When they saw Little, they stopped and laughed. "Look who's back!" boomed one. "Did you have a good adventure, Little?"

Little, beaming, puffed himself up as big as he could. "It was the grandest adventure ever!" he squeaked. And the other clouds, seeing how happy he was, knew he wasn't so little after all.