The Cloud That Whispered — Up on her soft cloud, Oona patted for her little lullaby hum. It was gone. Read the full story →
Up on her soft cloud, Oona patted for her little lullaby hum. It was gone. The night went hush-hush, and the moon smelled cold like rain.
“Psst,” whispered a tiny silver voice. Oona stepped to the cloud’s edge. Puff! Her hoof sank in a new cloud bump. A shy moonbeam peeked out and tickled her horn. “I kept your hum warm,” it said.
Oona carried the hum back, soft and brave. Hmmm-hmmm. Next time you see the sleepy cloud, can you find where the whisper hid?