THE CLOUD GIANT’S FLYING POWDER
“How long until we get home?” Alpha—one of the many cloud giants that live in the sky—says to her husband, Bade, as they wiz through the sky with their flying powder.
“About three wind gusts more.” Bade replied impatiently. “I need to get another bag of flying powder from the angels, I can’t find mine anywhere. And it’s so hard to force an angel to let me take its wings, even if they will grow back….” He grumbled angrily and continued to fumble around looking for it.
“Are you sure you didn’t leave the bag at the park where we were picnicking?” Alpha asked, trying to help her husband.
“Yes, I’m positive I didn’t leave it there! I checked the grass. I checked the trees in which we played hide-and-go-seek. I checked the tree we climbed. I checked everywhere to make sure we didn’t leave anything!!!!” Bade