Happy Cloud Stories

Little Bat grew quickly. His mom was very proud. He was kind and smart as well And hung with a good crowd. He could fly fast, his wings were strong. He’d do tricks in the air. He’d make his friends laugh with great jokes And all his fruit he’d share. He had a great imagination And artistic too! He’d draw in dirt with his wing For everyone to view. He was such a happy pup, But one thing made him frown. The poor thing was so afraid To hang upside down. All the blood rushed to his head And made him feel quite ill. No matter what his mom would say He’d not practice this skill. “As a Bat, it’s what we do!’ Mom would plead and beg For little Bat to try again, And hang down from his legs. “You’ll eventually get used it,” Mom tried to persuade. But nothing that she ever said Made him less afraid. “When I hang down, my head hurts. I don’t feel good at all. I feel dizzy and shaky too- Like I’m about to fall!” His mother tried to explain, “We cannot sleep upright. It’s easier when upside down; It

They were sure of their plan. They had not a doubt- They chose the right gear, They chose the right trout. They knew their home river, And knew it so well, They knew every rock, Every Fish, every shell. What was above? Nobody knew. So it was time To choose a crew- To plan a mission With data returning To meet their needs For even more learning. The first issue to tackle Was respiration, So she'd breathe for The mission's duration. Their top scientist Found half a lightbulb. This domed piece of glass Fit her gills and her skull. Water went in, They sealed it up tight. This would allow Her to breathe during flight! Next, how to get All the information. They didn't have hands, They realized with frustration! So using old shells They made a device To work with her fins- It would suffice! The shells were attached To a long stick. With grabbing motion, Up things it would pick. They knitted a bag Out of stringy, green kelp. To bring back her finds, This surely would help! A long s

I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole  With "Alice in Wonderland". I've felt myself disappear Into Wells’ "The Invisible Man". I became quite caught up Within dear "Charlotte’s Web". "A Tale of Two Cities" was so good, I nearly lost my head. I remember being swept away By "The Old Man and the Sea". Amy Tan’s "The Joy Luck Club" I quickly read with glee. I had a great whale of a time With the tale of "Moby Dick". I spent hours trying to understand What made "The Time Machine" tick. I devoured "Breakfast at Tiffany's" By Truman Capote, And thoroughly enjoyed the ride I took with "Don Quixote". The epic book "Gone With the Wind" Totally blew me away. "The Never Ending Story", I finished without delay. Transported by "Murder On the Orient Express", I also admit I'm biased towards "Pride and Prejudice". When I read "Catcher in the Rye"

  Duck and Sheep were out and about, Taking a little walk. Enjoying the sun as they strolled, Having a lovely talk. It was a pleasant chat about the farm, When Duck suddenly stopped. She held back Sheep with a feathery wing, And to the ground she dropped. Sheep, in surprise, asked her why They all at once stood still. Duck looked at Sheep, smiling wide- "Look at this great anthill!" "If we kept on, we would have trod All over this busy place! We need to take a slight detour And give the Ants some space!" Sheep snorted loud and rolled his eyes, "Who cares about some bugs? They're creepy, crawly, little mites- Not things you'd ever hug!" Duck stood up, wings on her hips- "How dare you say such words! Others have rights to live here Though they're not sheep or birds!" Sighing, Duck then went on, "We live on a complex Earth. We each have important parts to play, We each have meaningful worth." Sheep just shrugged and then moved

  What do I do?  I'm not sure. I must sit here like stone. What if someone comes to the door? Or calls me on the phone? I'm hungry but I cannot eat. I cannot reach the snacks. I feel like I'm glued to this seat, But oh!  My aching back! At once, without warning, I found I couldn't move. Stuck like this all morning, My position won't improve. I wish I had a book to read, Something to pass the day. What about my own needs? Don't I get a say? Now it is well past noon. I must get my work completed. I have a meeting very soon, But I'm stuck where I am seated. My leg's asleep down to the bone. I'd love a little nap. But your time is not your own When your Cat sleeps on your lap.

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