Cleo’s Secret Splash Game — Under the warm ripple dock, Cleo made up a game so secret she only told her flipper. Read the full story →
Under the warm ripple dock, Cleo made up a game so secret she only told her flipper. “Puff-up, puff-up, don’t let it drop!” she whispered, shooting one neat spout into the salty air. The mist smelled sharp and clean. Then she saw a tiny gray cloud sagging over Rainline Bay, too thin to shade even a crab.
Cleo swam out past the tickly foam where the water turned chilly. She spent her best spout on the cloud—whoosh!—and got a nose full of cold spray for her trouble. Drip, drip, drip went the cloud on the sleepy tide flowers below. No one clapped. No one even peeked. Cleo swam back with an empty blowhole and a fizzy secret: her game could help the sky. Next time you spot her grin, see if she’s still playing puff-up, puff-up.
