(dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends 👑

Dub’s purple mist began to glow. “They told me I was too bright and too chunky!”

“I’m going to go find some best friends!” Dub announced one sunny morning. (Dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends

Once there was a little cloud named Dub. While most clouds in the sky liked to bunch together into big, fluffy blankets, Dub was a bit different—he was a bright, neon-purple mist. Dub’s purple mist began to glow

Suddenly, he heard a high-pitched whistle. He looked down and saw a strange, orange-tinted fog rolling out of a cave. While most clouds in the sky liked to

Zip laughed, a sound like a bubbling brook. “Well, I think purple and orange look great together. Want to go make a sunset?”

Dub felt very lonely. He drifted down toward the mountains, thinking, Maybe I’m just not meant to have friends.

The Cirrus clouds pulled away. “We are very high-fashion and very thin,” they sniffed. “You are much too... chunky. We can’t be friends.”