Short Story For Preschool Children

The cloud who learnt to hug

Tiny cloud was small and thin. You could see through it and watch the larger, darker clouds high in the sky behind.

At first, Tiny Cloud didn’t notice how small he was. He dived and soared. When he tired of this, he stopped and watched the bigger clouds. They hugged the sky, humming as they rolled around. Some clouds ducked low over the earth, and one even sat on a mountain. Then, as the tiny cloud watched, the giant cloud hugged the mountain.

For the first time, he felt sad. He wasn’t big or humming and he was on his own.

“I want to learn to hug.” He sang as he whizzed past his bigger friends.

“Slow down, enjoy just being,” 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, and his voice too light.

 He dived around the earth, wishing and hoping. Forgetting to stop and look around him.

“I want to be big and great,” he roared in his small voice. No one heard him.

He moved around the sky, looking for clues. He wanted to be big.

One day, he realised he no longer soared and dived. He felt strange and 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 large hill. He saw the stones and earth getting closer. He felt like he was swallowing the hill.

Suddenly, he stopped grumbling and rolling. He understood what was happening.

He smiled. “I love this feeling of hugging a mountain.” He cried as the rain ran from him. Then he was light again and flew high into the sky to tell the other clouds, “I hugged a hill, and I like hugging.”