Kies realized that some things are meant to be admired, not owned. And honestly? Watching it look so beautiful in the sky was better than any prize in his jar. The End.
This time, the cloud felt soft. The fuzz on his catcher grabbed onto the misty cloud, and slowly, gently, Kies pulled it down. He hurried and stuffed it into his biggest glass jar. "I did it! I caught a cloud!" he cheered. Kies realized that some things are meant to
He went to the window, opened the jar, and let the cloud float back up. The End
Kies landed on a soft patch of grass. He didn't cry. He looked at his bamboo stick, then at his scarf, and then at the sky. "I need to make the catcher fuzzier ," Kies decided. He hurried and stuffed it into his biggest glass jar
Kies went back to the high hill. He waited. A small, gray, drizzly cloud floated by. Jump!
