‘Tickling Butterflies’ – The Lost Cloud

Continuing the serialization of my epic fantasy novel, Tickling Butterflies, with a new fairy tale ‘episode’ every Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday.

Enjoy the latest fairy tale:

The Lost Cloud

(Containing the elating tale of John the Cute’s encounter with a cloud.)

Once upon a time, outside the town of Bambooville, John the Cute met a small cloud.

John the Cute, who was now thirteen, had taken a long walk along the mountains behind the Bamboo Brook, and reached his favorite spot, Five Mountain Valley. Five Mountain Valley was called Five Mountain Valley because it was a single valley created by five big mountains that surrounded it.

But that one time John the Cute discovered a small cloud trapped in Five Mountain Valley.

The cloud had just given rain. As a result, he became weaker and smaller, and sunk into the valley. Now he was so small and so weak that he couldn’t get enough wind in him to rise above the five mountains that surrounded Five Mountain Valley. Meanwhile, the cloud’s parents were part of a pack of clouds which was getting further and further away.

When the cloud told John the Cute about his troubles, the cloud began to cry. The crying caused the cloud to lose even more water and it became even weaker.

John the Cute comforted the lost cloud and told him that everything would be all right. He thought hard for fifteen minutes and fifteen seconds, and then he came to a solution.

John the Cute ran into town and brought as many townspeople as he could. The townspeople of Bambooville followed John the Cute to the Five Mountain Valley. There, everyone at exactly the same time, huffed and puffed, puffed and huffed, and blew the cloud up and up until he drifted over the mountains and was free again.

The cloud was happy and grateful to John the Cute. “John the Cute,” he said. “You have earned a friend for life. If ever I can repay you with a favor, if ever I can help you in any way, I will.”

John the Cute said that it was his pleasure and that the cloud should think nothing of it. But the cloud declined. He would remember this incident and his debt for the rest of his life.

The cloud bid the townspeople of Bambooville adieu. They waved at him, as he caught the wind and hurried after its parents.

This has been the elating tale of John the Cute’s encounter with a cloud.

(To be continued on Thursday…)


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