Happy Cloud Stories

Octopus was excited! He sent the invitations. It was the old Squid's birthday- A cause for celebration! The party would be fun! Everybody was invited- Marlin, Whale and Cod- Squid would be delighted! And Squid had no idea It was a surprise party! With luck, all would come on time And no one would be tardy. Everybody was aware Not to tell their friend. Squid would be so happy Seeing everyone attend! The Shark and Crabs stopped talking When Squid swam close enough to hear. And the Clams?  Well they clammed up When the birthday boy came near. Everyone had understood, Of this secret, not to speak. Except the chatty Sole, Whose secret-keeping skills were weak. Sole had a good, kind heart, But could chatter on for days. He'd talk to everybody- Other Fish, Lobster and Rays. One day before the party, Something caught the flat Sole's eye. It was the well-loved Squid Who was swimming so close by. Now, Squid had no idea That a party had been planned. All those invited had agreed That

  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

  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

  "Ok, ok, are we all here? Welcome to our meeting. I guess we can get started Now we finished with that greeting." Elephant Seal cleared his throat, Addressing the Town Hall. Their community was very close, Although it was quite small. Many of the inhabitants Learned together they must stick In order to build happy lives In the cold and vast Arctic. They opened up by counting heads And seeing who was there. Harp Seal, Walrus, Arctic Fox, Reindeer and Polar Bear. Elephant Seal began to speak, But quickly was disrupted. The Hare had raised her little paw, And gently interrupted. "Excuse me, Sir, I am sorry For cutting in this way. But I note Puffin's not here- Did you see him today?" Elephant Seal looked around, And whisperings were heard. Each was asking their neighbor, "Have you seen the Bird?" "We should go check up on him, He had planned to attend. We must know why he is not here And look after our friend." Out of the Hall they filed out,

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