All he wanted was a sunny day but those
clouds would just not go away.
He asked them politely;
"Excuse me sirs and madams please would
you move away just for this one day,
You may ask the difference of clouds?
the madam clouds are purely white they
some times rain a little upon my head.
Where the sirs are the moody grey clouds,
I asked them to leave and now I'm soaked from
my tiny toes below to every part of my head.
"I beg your pardon, why did you only rain on
this one spot, only soaking me and no one else?
So I thought of a plan and got my mummy's
fan pointing it towards the sky, I turned it on
I thought it would take a while.
"A while later,
I looked up to find more clouds then there was
before? was it because I only used Number one?
so I turned up to the highest Number 3.
"A while later,
A look of confusion! as there seemed to be no
movement, but again more than before.
"Mummy I think your fan works in reverse,
So a little man thought, to his toy box he went.
Mummy I'll just be in the back garden, the wind
was blowing blustery, he smiled, its was just right.
Pointing his trusty bow upwards, thinking that
if he could pop one after another, they would
whoosh away and he would get his sunny day.
Away it flew, upward and onwards, so high
like a little bird flying then it fell faster than a
leaky balloon "Bonk, it went as it hit the floor.
This little man with frustration on his face,
thinking thoughts of what went wrong?
"I know I need to get higher up, clouds are high you know,
How many arrows would I need for a sunny day,
he looked in his arrow pack.
That was enough he thought, they were quite heavy
to take up that rather big hill. Off he went, bow and
arrows and his idea of a sunny day not far away.
Out of breath but at the top of the world or so
it felt. "I wonder if I can touch the clouds?
His hand reaching up standing on his tip toes.
"I could pull them away, or put them in my bag for another day,
But alas he was just out of reach, his fingers couldn't
stretch that far, even on his little tippy toes.
So his arrows in hand, there little suction cups pointing
towards the sky. The first arrow off it flew quite far but landed
so way down the hill. "Not high enough, a tear in his eye.
Then Number two, Number Three shot off higher than
the ones he let go of before. But none could reach those
clouds up high, and he cradled his hand and began to cry.
Now the wind hears everything, voices carry on the wind
you know. It heard this little boys tears and couldn't let
them fall like the clouds anymore.
So it whispered to each one a favour it asked,
"Clouds of white, clouds of grey, could you please
wonder to another place for an hour or day?
"Just let this little child have his sunny day, no tears
should fall like the clouds hanging up today,
With that a gentle breeze picked up, and one by one the
clouds did wander off. One was stubborn grey, but with
a gentle nudge he did move slowly off and away.
A gust of wind kissed the boys face. Eyes wiped he looked up,
not a cloud in the sky, nope not one.Smiling he ran collecting
his bow & arrows as he ran down.
"Mummy, Mummy, the clouds have wondered off
the fan didn't work? my arrows couldn't go high enough.
But the breeze kissed them all away.
And so a little boy and his mummy went outside,
playing games in the sun, till the sun began to yawn
on the horizon telling mummy it was time nearly for bed.
So a little man was tucked up in bed, he thanked the
wind, "Thank you, and thanked the clouds "Thank you,
For he got to play with his mummy outside on a sunny day.
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