Dub sighed a little puff of rain and drifted toward the high, wispy Cirrus clouds. They looked like delicate white feathers. “Hello! Want to play tag?”
Dub’s purple mist began to glow. “They told me I was too bright and too chunky!” (Dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends
Dub felt very lonely. He drifted down toward the mountains, thinking, Maybe I’m just not meant to have friends. Dub sighed a little puff of rain and
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. Want to play tag
Zip laughed, a sound like a bubbling brook. “Well, I think purple and orange look great together. Want to go make a sunset?”
The big clouds looked at him and shuddered. “Oh dear, no,” they huffed. “You’re far too bright. You’ll ruin our aesthetic for the landscape painters below. We can’t be friends.”
He floated over to a group of big, white Cumulus clouds. “Hi! Can I hang out with you guys?” he asked, wiggling his purple edges.