Immediately, the cloud turned white and fluffy again, bringing a lovely light drizzle that watered his mother's garden.
This time, the cloud felt soft. The fuzz on his catcher grabbed onto the misty cloud, and slowly, gently, Kies pulled it down. He hurried and stuffed it into his biggest glass jar. "I did it! I caught a cloud!" he cheered.
Once upon a time, in a town where the houses were painted the color of lemon drops and the trees tasted like green apples, lived a curious little creature named . Immediately, the cloud turned white and fluffy again,
He went to the window, opened the jar, and let the cloud float back up.
Stories about sleep, dreams, or gentle adventures like " Sleepy Star " on Storynory . He hurried and stuffed it into his biggest glass jar
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 .
So, one Tuesday, Kies made a . He took a long bamboo stick, tied his mother's lightest cotton scarf to the top, and went to the highest hill in the town. He climbed the tallest tree, wiggled his ears, and waited. Once upon a time, in a town where
Kies didn't believe her. He thought, If I jump high enough, I can catch one.