But the next morning, Kies looked at the jar. The cloud was sad. It was dark, drizzly, and not fluffy at all. It missed the blue sky. Kies felt sad, too. He didn’t want a sad cloud.
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Immediately, the cloud turned white and fluffy again, bringing a lovely light drizzle that watered his mother's garden. But the next morning, Kies looked at the jar
He spent all afternoon gathering dandelion fluff, soft sheep’s wool, and cotton from the garden. He tied them onto his scarf. The next morning, it looked like a flying pillow.
"Clouds are too high, Kies," said his friend, Bella the Bird, shaking her head. "And they are made of mist! You can’t put them in a jar." It missed the blue sky
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Kies went back to the high hill. He waited. A small, gray, drizzly cloud floated by. Jump! " The Boy Who Cried Wolf " or
He went to the window, opened the jar, and let the cloud float back up.