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

  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

The Hedgehog felt a little down. Lonely, he felt quite sad. Such a friendly and outgoing guy, But hugs he never had. By nature, he was warm-hearted, And loved to talk and chat. But his quills were sharp, so friends stayed far. He couldn't blame them for that. On a walk he saw the Rabbit, Teary and wet-eyed. Rabbit explained he stubbed his toe. "It hurts so much!" he cried. Hedgehog gave his sympathies, And thought a hug would help. But as his spikes stuck Rabbit, He shouted, "Ouch!" and yelped. Rabbit frowned and limped away. Hedgehog then did lament,  "My aim was to give comfort- Pain was never my intent." He could not play with his mates, Not Touch Football nor Tag, Red Rover, Leapfrog, or Hand Clap. And not Capture the Flag. They didn't want to leave him out. They did like him so much. But what else could they do When his body hurt to touch? So Hedgehog would walk b

In New York, people move so fast, Tall buildings line your sight. When the sun sets, lights turn on, Bright as day in dark of night. In urban streets you wouldn't think That wildlife abounds. But there are many animals On these concrete grounds. In Central Park you see, of course,  Birds of different hues. Squirrels, Raccoons and Mice you'll see Romping within your view. But the animal that you'll see most  Is the common street Pigeon. The City Bird of New York, And that's where we begin... Our Pigeon today has just moved Into the borough of Manhattan, From the relative quieter place Of an island we call Staten. On his own for the first time, While an avenue he crossed, He found himself a bit lonely And feeling a little lost. Seeking a flock, the right fit- A place he could belong, But everywhere that he looked, Things seemed to just go wrong. First he tried a group of birds Outside a hot dog