Happy Cloud Stories

I never thought I was bad, But many a friend, I never had. Everyone always kept away, Afraid, every moment, I might spray. I'd arrive and say hello. They'd look at me and away they'd go. Most of the time I was alone, Left to forage and frolic on my own. When there were parties, I was not there. From afar, I'd look and stare. Once I tried coming over- Everyone yelled and ran for cover. I decided, though, it's not my fault! Their reactions I can try to halt. I'd brainstorm ways to reverse this mark! Better to light a candle than curse the dark. I am strong, and I am smart- It's time that I do act the part. They'll see I'm fun and full of charm, And will realize I pose no harm. Walking in the forest, through the trees, I collected about 100 leaves. I found some twigs and began my task. Everyone will receive a mask! I worked hard all through the night, Making sure they'd all fit r

Platypus was in crisis What herself she should be called. Due to many guises, In many classes she did fall. The Platypus scratched her head,  She always thought she knew. But she didn't have an answer When asked, "What are you?" "A Platypus, of course," she laughed. But Muskrat then had said, "But what exactly does that mean?" And she cocked her head. "What does it mean?  What am I?" And now it plagued her so. If she couldn't tell what she was Maybe someone else would know? She found the Duck and waddled up- "Know what a Platypus may be? I'm at a loss and thought you might Have more a clue than me." Duck looked at her and smiled wide- "A kind of duck, I'm sure! You lay eggs and have a bill! You needn't wonder more!" Platypus was glad at first. But it did not take too long Until she started to think and feel Duck was very wrong.

Misstep one, Misstep two, Sorry for barreling into you. For most graceful, I get no one's vote. I'm the klutziest, clumsiest mountain goat. We're supposed to be agile, nimble and sure, But I stumble and trip, my legs all a blur. I'm very unsteady.  Balance?  A stranger. To myself and others, I pose quite the danger. We live high up, near mountain tops, Walking along crags, looking down on steep drops. A klutzy goat is nobody's friend. It's lonely at the bottom, worse as we ascend. Some begin to come near, then start to think better, Afraid I may cause them to take a header. So alone I grazed, far below the rest. My equilibrium I dared not to test. I'd grown used to the distance, it's really not bad. But there were times I'd feel down and get sad. My herd wasn't mean, not cruel nor cold-hearted. I knew they felt bad when all this had started. It wasn't my fault, but it's really u

The littlest elephant was tired of hearing She was too small, adults would say sneering. "Be careful of that!", "Don't go near this!" When she came around, they would quickly dismiss. When they would all go to the watering ground, Everyone would go in and spray water around. Little one, so excited, would get ready to leap Before being scolded and told, "It's too deep." The sunsets on savannas are a sight to behold, Seeing shades of bright pink, purple and gold. But little one couldn't see, though she did try  her best,  Stuck in the back, smaller than the rest. At feeding time the herd gathered round trees, But little one, only as high as Mom's knees, Was forced to beg and forced to beseech. Being so small, she just couldn't reach. She wanted to be part of the herd so bad, And being excluded had made her feel sad. She decided to leave and go off on her own. She figured she