Once upon a time, in the wide blue sky, there lived a tiny cloud named Puffy. Puffy was no ordinary cloud - he was smaller than all his cloud friends and couldn’t float as high as they could.
“Whoosh!” went the wind, carrying the big clouds higher and higher. “Look at me!” called Wispy White, and whoosh went Cirros Cirrus. But poor Puffy stayed lower, floating just above the mountains.
One day, Puffy met Sunny the sunbeam. “Why so down, Puffy?” Sunny asked, glowing warmly.
“I want to float high like my friends,” Puffy sighed. “But I’m too small.”
Sunny twinkled and said, “Maybe you need to be light as a feather! Try not to carry so much raindrops.”
So Puffy shook a little. Drip-drop! Some raindrops fell to the ground. Puffy felt lighter. Whoosh! He floated a little higher.
Next, Puffy met Breeze the wind. “Wheeee! Why so slow, Puffy?” Breeze asked, swirling around.
“I want to float higher,” Puffy explained. “Can you help me?”
“Sure! Just smile and relax,” Breeze said. Puffy smiled and let Breeze carry him. Whoosh! Up he went, higher and higher!
From high in the sky, Puffy discovered something wonderful. His raindrops had helped flowers grow below. His lower position had let birds rest on him when they flew far. And his small size made shapes that children loved to see.
“I’m special just as I am!” Puffy cheered. Now he loved floating wherever he could, big or small, high or low, knowing he was exactly where he belonged.