Cloud Taking a Stroll
The cloud is taking a stroll in the sky. It doesn’t want to do anything else; it just wants to be a leisurely cloud. Strolling is undoubtedly one of the most relaxed and carefree activities. The cloud even thinks it was born to be this strolling cloud. When it strolls, it’s a bit different from us. We walk slowly, taking one step at a time, trying to savor each moment. If we walk too quickly, it no longer feels like a stroll. But for the cloud, strolling is playtime. It can stroll however it likes.
This morning, the cloud set out to take a stroll. The sky was blue, and the air felt as transparent as water, rippling all around. The cloud thought there should be a silver fish swimming in the sky’s pond. So it decided to transform itself into that silver fish. To create a fish tail, it stretched its fluff by five centimeters. Now, the strolling cloud had turned into a serene, long-tailed fish.
As it strolled, it encountered a row of little soldiers with golden bows and arrows on their backs. “Good morning! I’m the strolling cloud!” “Good morning, strolling cloud. We are the golden-threaded soldiers of the Sun!” The little soldiers replied in unison, their voices as sweet as children’s laughter. “What are you carrying those golden arrows for?” the strolling cloud asked. “We are going to shoot the Sun’s golden threads to let sunlight penetrate the clouds, reaching the fields, mountains, roads, and oceans.” How wonderful! The golden-threaded soldiers bravely shot their golden arrows, which sparkled like beautiful fireworks in the sky.
“This is such a perfect morning for a stroll!” The cloud admired the soldiers’ performance and felt it was splendid but lacked an important audience. So it transformed into a girl with long hair, wearing a princess dress from a fairy tale, and sat in the sky, enjoying the show.
After appreciating the golden-threaded soldiers’ performance, the cloud continued its stroll. While wandering, it met the Wind. The Wind wore a large gray cloak, easily noticeable from afar. “Good morning! I’m the strolling cloud!” “Good morning, strolling cloud! I’m trying out my new windmill,” the Wind replied. “A new windmill?” The cloud looked closely and indeed saw a small four-wheeled windmill hidden beneath the Wind’s gray cloak; it looked very cool. “Can I hitch a ride?” “Of course!” the Wind said cheerfully, hitting the brakes. “Hold on tight!” The strolling cloud hopped onto the windmill and clutched the Wind’s gray cloak. Suddenly, the windmill picked up speed, and wow, the sky began to spin faster and faster until it turned into a blue magic disc.
Amid the whistling wind, the cloud joyfully thought that this blue magic disc needed a happy magic bean. So, it decided to transform into that happy magic bean—a big, round, white bean. It thanked the Wind gently and flew off.
The cloud flipped through the air, doing twenty-eight somersaults and twenty-nine spins, before tumbling down in the sky. Rubbing its sore head, it exclaimed, “What a perfect morning for a stroll!” It didn’t realize that its tumble had turned it into a string of feather clouds, hanging far away in the sky, sparkling and adorable, like bubbles released by many fish.
Meanwhile, on the ground, a child also said the same thing. When he woke up that morning, he saw the golden sunrise waving at him, felt the warm wind brushing against his face, and especially admired the cloud that kept changing shapes, playfully dancing around. The child happily told his mother, “What a perfect morning for a stroll!”
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
