The Cloud-Slip Game — High above the twin peaks, Eldon tapped one claw, then the other, on cold stone. He had invented a game: slip under a cloud without waking it. Read the full story →
High above the twin peaks, Eldon tapped one claw, then the other, on cold stone. He had invented a game: slip under a cloud without waking it. The cloud smelled like rain and wool, and it made a soft shhh as it floated by.
Eldon ducked beneath it, wings wide. A tiny voice whispered, “Don’t bump the buttons.” Buttons? He peered into the mist and found round cloud knots hanging along the bottom. Curious, he brushed one with a feather. Pop! A neat bump puffed out below.
He brushed another, then another, until the whole cloud had a row of soft scoops. Ever since, mountain clouds keep scalloped bottoms, and next time you see one, maybe Eldon is still playing his quiet cloud-slip game.