Kies was small, fuzzy, and had ears that wiggled when he was thinking. More than anything in the world, Kies loved to collect things. He had jars filled with firefly whispers, boxes of shiny blue pebbles, and a pocket full of whisper-grass. But Kies wanted something better. He wanted a .
"Clouds are too high, Kies," said his friend, Bella the Bird, shaking her head. "And they are made of mist! You can’t put them in a jar."
This time, the cloud felt soft. The fuzz on his catcher grabbed onto the misty cloud, and slowly, gently, Kies pulled it down. He hurried and stuffed it into his biggest glass jar. "I did it! I caught a cloud!" he cheered. Kies was small, fuzzy, and had ears that
Kies didn't believe her. He thought, If I jump high enough, I can catch one.
So, one Tuesday, Kies made a . He took a long bamboo stick, tied his mother's lightest cotton scarf to the top, and went to the highest hill in the town. He climbed the tallest tree, wiggled his ears, and waited. But Kies wanted something better
" The Boy Who Cried Wolf " or "Clever Monkey" stories focus on lessons like honesty and thinking before acting.
But the next morning, Kies looked at the jar. The cloud was sad. It was dark, drizzly, and not fluffy at all. It missed the blue sky. Kies felt sad, too. He didn’t want a sad cloud. "And they are made of mist
A fluffy, marshmallow-shaped cloud floated right over him. Kies jumped! He grabbed for the cloud, but his hand went right through it. Whoosh.