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The Littlest Cloud's Big Adventure

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.

a small, cartoon cloud with a sad face, floating amongst larger clouds

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

the same small cloud looking up at larger clouds making shapes, like a dog and a heart

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

the small cloud looking determined, with a small suitcase in hand

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

a cartoon gust of wind blowing the small cloud away from the others

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

the small cloud flying over a mountain range, smiling

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

aerial view of a patchwork of green fields and tiny houses, with the small cloud above

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

the small cloud looking down at the world, with a surprised and happy expression

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

children in a park pointing up at the small cloud, some laughing

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

a close-up of a child with curly hair, pointing up and laughing

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

the small cloud making a silly, wobbly shape above the laughing children

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 small cloud, now tinged with pink and orange, against a beautiful sunset

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.

the small cloud returning to the larger clouds, who are fluffy and white again, against a darkening sky

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

the larger clouds looking down at the small cloud, with friendly expressions

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.

the small cloud puffed up, surrounded by the larger clouds who are smiling at him

Reflection Questions

  • How do you think Little felt when he was small and trailing behind the other clouds?
  • Have you ever felt different from others? How did it make you feel?
  • What made Little's adventure so grand, even though he was scared at first?

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