The Little Cloud

High up in the blue sky, a little cloud floated by.

High up in the blue sky, a little cloud floated by. She was white and fluffy and round.

"What shape should I be today?" she wondered.

First she stretched into a bunny shape. The children below pointed. "Look, a bunny cloud!"

Then she puffed into a big ice cream cone. "Yummy!" the children laughed.

She tried a dinosaur shape. Roar! Then a boat shape. Then a heart.

But then the little cloud felt tired. She had been so many shapes all day.

The sun said, "Just be yourself, little cloud. That is the best shape of all."

So the little cloud went back to being round and fluffy. The children looked up and smiled.

"That is my favorite cloud," said a little girl, pointing up. The little cloud blushed pink in the sunset. Being yourself is wonderful.