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At sunrise over Clover Hill, a small cloud puffed itself into a sheep. It had four round legs, a woolly back, and one very curly tail.
The Cloud That Practiced Being a SheepA shape-changing cloud tries to become what everyone guesses, then chooses its own surprising shape before sunset.
1. At sunrise over Clover Hill, a small cloud puffed itself into a sheep. It had four round legs, a woolly back, and one very curly tail.
2. "Sheep!" guessed the valley. The cloud puffed its wool higher and held still above the hill. Being guessed was nice, like a warm little pat.
3. By midmorning, the breeze carried a new guess: rabbit. The cloud folded its puffs into long ears and a round tail. "Rabbit!" called the valley, and the cloud twitched one ear.
4. At noon, the cloud tried a boat. It made a flat deck, a tall mast, and a bow above Clover Pond. "Boat!" guessed the valley. The cloud bobbed once, then remembered that boats did not have woolly tails.
5. After lunch, the cloud tried a dragon. It shaped a friendly round nose, tiny wings, and a puff of smoke like a daisy. "Dragon!" cried the valley. The cloud liked the daisy best.
6. Then the guesses came all at once: "Sheep! Rabbit! Boat! Dragon!" The cloud pulled its puffs into a lumpy tangle. Ears, mast, tail, and wings poked out together. It could not tell which shape belonged to whom.
7. The cloud sank low above Clover Pond. In the quiet water, it saw a wobbly shape with bits of everything. No one was guessing now. The cloud loosened one puff, then another, and listened to what it wanted.
8. The sun slid toward the hills. The cloud stretched wide, curled one end, and tucked the other underneath. It did not copy a sheep, rabbit, boat, or dragon. It made room for a new idea.
9. Before sunset, the cloud chose its own surprising shape: a giant teapot with a crooked handle and a long, curly spout. Nobody guessed it. The cloud kept the teapot anyway, with its pale blue eyes shining over Clover Hill.
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