Once upon a time, in a land where the skies were always painted with the colors of rainbows, there was a little cloud named Puffy. Puffy was the fluffiest cloud in the entire Skyland. He loved to float around, drifting on the gentle winds, and making patterns in the sky that delighted everyone below.
Each morning, Puffy would rise with the sun, glowing with soft, golden hues. He would glide over fields of singing flowers and lakes that shimmered like sparkling diamonds. His favorite thing was to create shapes for children to guess as they lay on green grass, dreaming and giggling.
One sunny day, Puffy was feeling extra playful. “Today, I’m going to make the biggest shape ever!” he thought to himself. He puffed up his fluffy form and began creating. He started with a big, round circle, then added two pointy triangles on top. Next came two smaller circles inside the big one. Lastly, he shaped something long and twisty beneath.
Down below, children ran outside, pointing to the sky. “Look, look! It’s a giant bear with a rainbow hat and a curly mustache!” they shouted with glee. Puffy shook with joy; the children’s laughter was his favorite tune.
As the day went on, Puffy decided it was time for a nap. But oh dear, he had forgotten to keep his eyes on the skies! The wind started to carry him towards the Mountain of Colors, where all clouds would sometimes gather to dance when the moon turned blue.
Puffy felt a gentle nudge and saw his friend, Breezy the wind, circling around him. “Puffy, you’re heading to the mountains! Will you be joining the Blue Moon dance tonight?”
Puffy beamed. “I nearly forgot! Thank you, Breezy! But first, let me finish one more shape for the little dreamers.”
With a final burst of puffiness, Puffy created a big, fluffy dragon, spreading its wings wide across the azure canvas. Though dragons might seem fierce, Puffy’s dragon was a friendly one, known for carrying dreams to the moon.
As night folded the day into its quiet blue arms, the children waved goodbye to the shapes. They yawned and bedded down, carrying the day’s joy into their sleepy dreams.
Puffy joined his cloud friends by the Moonlight Lake at the Mountain of Colors. There, they twirled and swirled to the soft hum of star songs. And when the moon finally turned blue, Puffy’s glow was brighter than ever with happiness, having shared his shapes and filled the children’s hearts with delight.
And so, another day in Skyland ended, wrapped in comforting colors and warm dreams, with Puffy dreaming of the next day’s shapes. And all the world below slumbered under a blanket of stars.
