Tiny Cloud was small and thin. You could see through him.
At first he didn’t notice how small he was. He dived and soared. When he tired of this, he stopped and noticed the big clouds around him. They were hugging the sky. Some ducked low over the earth, and one even sat on a mountain. Then he watched a giant cloud hug the mountain top. He heard the mountain rumble a quiet, “thank you.”
Tiny felt sad.
“I want to learn to hug.” He sang as he whizzed past his bigger friends.
“Slow down, enjoy just being you,” they whispered. “It will happen when it happens.”
But he was gone. “I want to be big and great”, he sang.
Birds didn’t notice him or hear him. He was moving too fast.
He dived around the earth, wishing and hoping. Forgetting to stop and enjoy the world about him.
“I want to be big and great,” he roared.
He moved around the sky looking for clues. He wanted to be bigger.
One day he realised he no longer soared and dived. He didn’t feel like playing.
“I like rolling,” he grumbled. “But I feel heavy.” Then he began to sink, slowly at first, towards the earth. He stopped over a mountain. He saw the stones and earth getting closer. He felt like he was swallowing the mountain.
He stopped grumbling and rolling.
He smiled. “I’m hugging a mountain.” He cried as the rain spilled from him. Then he was light once more and flew high into the sky to tell the other clouds.
All the time, he was singing, “I like hugging.”
