Ori and the Sunset Scarf

A shy little cloud finds a gentle way to join the evening sky's grand color show.

Ages 3-4 - 1 minute read - gentle - EN

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Published 2026-07-12T08:30:12.608304

Storybook cover for Ori and the Sunset Scarf

Read-aloud note

Let repeated rain sounds become a soft rhythm while you read.

Story

Every evening, the sky opened its enormous paint box. Peach swept over the hills. Gold warmed the cloud tops. Ori, the smallest cloud, peeked from behind a gray neighbor. "I wish I had a color to share," Ori whispered.

A breeze tickled Ori's round edges. One skinny wisp slipped free and floated into the low sunlight. Fwoof! The plain white wisp blushed coral pink. Ori blinked. "Oh! Was that me?"

Ori took one slow, brave breath and stretched another wisp, then another. The sunlight filled them with peach, rose, and violet. Across the evening, Ori's soft ribbons glowed—not the loudest part of the sunset, but a lovely part all the same.

When the first star appeared, Ori curled the violet-pink wisps gently around it like a scarf. The other clouds drifted aside to admire the tiny bright picture. Ori stayed small. Ori stayed soft. And Ori had never felt more wonderfully part of the sky.

Scenes

The Sky's Paint Box

Every evening, the sky opened its enormous paint box. Peach swept over the hills. Gold warmed the cloud tops. Ori, the smallest cloud, peeked from behind a gray neighbor. "I wish I

Every evening, the sky opened its enormous paint box. Peach swept over the hills. Gold warmed the cloud tops. Ori, the smallest cloud, peeked from behind a gray neighbor. "I wish I had a color to share," Ori whispered.

One Coral Wisp

A breeze tickled Ori's round edges. One skinny wisp slipped free and floated into the low sunlight. Fwoof! The plain white wisp blushed coral pink. Ori blinked. "Oh! Was that me?"

A breeze tickled Ori's round edges. One skinny wisp slipped free and floated into the low sunlight. Fwoof! The plain white wisp blushed coral pink. Ori blinked. "Oh! Was that me?"

Colors to Share

Ori took one slow, brave breath and stretched another wisp, then another. The sunlight filled them with peach, rose, and violet. Across the evening, Ori's soft ribbons glowed—not t

Ori took one slow, brave breath and stretched another wisp, then another. The sunlight filled them with peach, rose, and violet. Across the evening, Ori's soft ribbons glowed—not the loudest part of the sunset, but a lovely part all the same.

A Scarf for a Star

When the first star appeared, Ori curled the violet-pink wisps gently around it like a scarf. The other clouds drifted aside to admire the tiny bright picture. Ori stayed small. Or

When the first star appeared, Ori curled the violet-pink wisps gently around it like a scarf. The other clouds drifted aside to admire the tiny bright picture. Ori stayed small. Ori stayed soft. And Ori had never felt more wonderfully part of the sky.

Read-aloud note

Let repeated rain sounds become a soft rhythm while you read.