
In the soft pink-and-gold evening sky, the cloud-children chased the wind, tumbling and racing between the cloud-hills.

When the smallest cloud can't keep up with the others, one kind cloud-child drifts back to fly beside her.

In the soft pink-and-gold evening sky, the cloud-children chased the wind, tumbling and racing between the cloud-hills.

But the smallest cloud, Dewi, was little and slow. Puff by puff, she fell further and further behind.
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