Happy Cloud Stories

The Chickens always chatted All day in the coop. They had the latest info. They knew the hottest scoops. The Geese would sometimes join To hear the latest tales, Along with all the Roosters, Ducks, Turkeys and Quails. The Chickens were, no doubt, The farm's most popular. They ruled all of the acres, Living the life of stars. The Pig and Sheep were jealous. The Goat, he felt it too. They wanted all the fame That the Chickens knew. So Pig said they should try To become the new elite. The Goat and Sheep agreed With a "Maa" and a big bleat. He'd go undercover After learning how they spoke. He'd learn their native tongue And all their inside jokes. Pig would learn their secrets, Know all that they had said. And in no time at all They'd rule the whole farmstead! He'd work with his best friends To sneak into the coop. Then he'd quietly Infiltrate the group! Night and day they listened, And practiced how to speak By watching all their gestures And looking at t

  On the plains of Africa, Some wild Dogs did roam. They were a close knit pack, And had a happy home. There were a few young Pups That had a wild streak. Easily distracted When their elder tried to speak. As the oldest Dog, It was his job to teach the pack. How to work together, How to hunt and how to track. But as he would begin, The Pups would hear a noise, Or see something in the distance, And off would run the boys. Old Dog began to think On how to make them stay And pay better attention And not run off to play. "I must be interesting, Make it fun for them to learn. I must amuse AND teach For their attention to return." Off for a walk he went And in the distance, saw some Gnus. One was teaching his own youngsters, Who were observant and amused! Old Dog was so impressed How the Gnu made learning fun. All the Calves were fascinated- Each and every one! When the lesson finished, Old Dog approached the Gnu- "You're the best teacher I've seen- Can you teach me to

  Looking at himself, In the little spring At the edge of the oasis, He was missing just one thing. He felt so self conscious And so down in the dumps. He was the only Camel Who did not have a hump. His mother always said It was no big deal. But it seemed so odd to him And that's how he would feel. "There must be a way To make myself a hump. After all, what is it really? It's just a big, round bump!" So he went on his way To look for a solution. Something that looked real With easy execution. As he sat and thought, Something caught his eye. A brilliant thought popped up When a Tortoise passed him by. He'd spoken with the Reptile. A deal with him arranged- He'd give free rides to Tortoise Who'd be his hump in the exchange. They walked around so proudly, But with all the stares they got, They went their separate ways. Hey, it was worth a shot. Camel needed a new plan. Then he realized with a shock That every Camel's hump Looked like a big, round rock! Ca

  When Little Z was born, Something wasn't right. His Mama noticed right away He hadn't any stripes. Little Z's odd pattern Were not the normal lines. Instead it looked like flowers And winding, curving vines. It wasn't just his Mama That saw something was off. Some other Zebras stopped and laughed, While others just would scoff. When the herd would tease him, He'd turn the other cheek. His pattern made him special! His markings were unique! Little Z would not feel bad Or anxious 'bout his marks. But at times it would be hard To ignore all the remarks. The herd, they liked consistency- Change they'd not promote. They wanted all to look the same And not to rock the boat. But Little Z loved his fur- It was part of who he was. One Zebra in a million, With his uncommon fuzz. One day, some other Colts Came around to tease. "What's wrong with your fur? Do have some gross disease?" They laughed and mocked so meanly, Each one an awful bully. But Little

  The Peacock was a kind, dear sort, Always helping out The other Birds in the woods, Never without a doubt. He was beautiful, but not too proud, His feathers shone in light. He didn't strut and didn't brag And always did what's right. Once the Dove had hurt her wing, So Peacock gave a boost To help Dove back into her nest So she could rest and roost. And when the Raven could not see Because of brief eye strain, Peacock helped him with his food By sharing all his grain. These kind actions are not the norm For all Peacocks, you see. Most were focused on themselves, Other Birds would agree. One day when our Peacock awoke, His tail could not be found. Feathers fell out while he slept With a few still on the ground. The Ants were taking them away! They must have liked the quills. Thinking they were beautiful, They'd decorate their hills. By the time Peacock had realized What was going on, It was too late to save his plumes- Most of them were gone. The other Peacocks came an