Happy Cloud Stories

Kangaroo and Koala were just hanging out, When Koala asked Roo, "Can I get into your pouch?" Roo said, "My pouch? I don't understand?" Koala said, "My feet are getting tired while I stand." Roo said, "I guess, if you need a real quick rest" Koala said, "Thanks!  I would love to be your guest!" She climbed into the pouch, glad and full of glee, While Roo could only wonder how long this stay would be. Roo, as she was kind, allowed her pal to rest. When it came to friendship, Roo really was the best. But Koala didn't care if she had imposed, And without a thought, fell asleep and began to loudly doze. Koala was very heavy, much to Roo's dismay. Koala would shush Roo, and kept getting in her way. Apologizing, Roo tried to tiptoe through the trees, But Koala complained that Roo stepped too loudly on the leaves. Roo would ask Koala when she'd be on her way. Koala would respond with "soon, perhaps today." It was hard

  Watching as all of the Fish swam on by, The big, lonely Whale breathed a deep sigh. In schools the Fish laughed, happy as can be, Playing and frolicking in the blue sea. Whale would usually swim all alone, By himself since he was full grown. A popular mate when he was a minor, Before he grew big as an ocean liner. He'd swim by, all would be overtaken- The turbulence he created left them quite shaken. They'd play hide and seek in an old sunken barge, But it's not much of a game when you're so large. More and more, he found he was excluded. "It's because I'm too big," he sadly concluded. "Playing with me is too much of a fuss. I guess that's what happens when you weigh more than a bus." It's not that the others disliked their old friend. They enjoyed with him the time they did spend. But as his diameter grew to be vast, They became small and frail in direct contrast. Their favorite games would have to be changed, And preferred activit

  Feeling rather bored, Young Cat yawned and sat, While a little ball He half-heartedly did bat. Old Cat had looked over, Thought, "This is not the way A young cat such as him, Should amuse himself and play." Old Cat approached Young Cat And asked what he was doing. "I feel so very bored! This feels like my undoing!" Young Cat was so dramatic, Old Cat just rolled his eyes. "Oh stop and listen to me- For I am old and wise." "Cats are pros at playing- How have you never learned? After my master class, Boredom won't be a concern!" Young Cat followed Old Cat To a large space in the den, Where Old Cat had a white board And some brightly colored pens. Old Cat started off- "Play is not just play- It is a complex means To teach the young our ways. They seem silly, do they not? The stuffed rabbit and toy mouse? The way we stalk them close And bat them all around the house?" "It's how you learn to hunt! To stalk them as your prey! Le

  Flopping and flapping, Even when he was napping, Bunny's ears were way overgrown. No matter the landscape, His two ears' grand shape Made him highly accident prone. Other creatures would taunt, "They're as big as Vermont!" "How do you manage such weight?" "You look like Dumbo,     With your ears so jumbo! They're as big as two dinner plates!" He would fall and trip, Over his ears he would flip. They would cause such embarrassment. The others would jeer, And the size of his ears Would just lead to loads of harassment. He found when he'd hop, The two ears would flop And get tangled up in his own feet. No matter what he'd do, The problem just grew And he finally accepted defeat. Jokes he didn't enjoy, So he began to avoid The other beasts-they acted like clowns. While he'd get lonely When it was him only, He didn't have to put up with put downs. One day in the glade, Hanging out in the shade On a sunny and brightly lit da