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Published in Bulgaria - Social interactions and entertainment - 06 Oct 2025 04:50 - 0
The Cloud That Could Paint
Once upon a time, there was a little cloud named Puffy.
Puffy wasn’t like other clouds—he loved colors!
While other clouds made rain, Puffy dreamed of painting the sky.
One sunny morning, Puffy saw a rainbow and got an idea.
“I’ll paint the sky with rainbow colors!” he cheered.
He dipped into the rainbow and came out red, orange, and blue!
Birds flew by and gasped, “Wow! You’re so colorful!”
Puffy giggled and floated over the town, leaving streaks of color.
Children looked up and shouted, “Look! A painting cloud!”
Puffy felt proud and painted hearts, stars, and swirls.
But soon, the sun got hot and Puffy began to melt.
“Oh no!” he cried, “My colors are fading!”
The wind whispered, “Don’t worry, Puffy. You made everyone smile.”
Puffy smiled and turned into a soft, white cloud again.
Once upon a time, there was a little cloud named Puffy.
Puffy wasn’t like other clouds—he loved colors!
While other clouds made rain, Puffy dreamed of painting the sky.
One sunny morning, Puffy saw a rainbow and got an idea.
“I’ll paint the sky with rainbow colors!” he cheered.
He dipped into the rainbow and came out red, orange, and blue!
Birds flew by and gasped, “Wow! You’re so colorful!”
Puffy giggled and floated over the town, leaving streaks of color.
Children looked up and shouted, “Look! A painting cloud!”
Puffy felt proud and painted hearts, stars, and swirls.
But soon, the sun got hot and Puffy began to melt.
“Oh no!” he cried, “My colors are fading!”
The wind whispered, “Don’t worry, Puffy. You made everyone smile.”
Puffy smiled and turned into a soft, white cloud again.
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