I was so proud of myself, I bragged and kept making fun of my friends
because they were just raindrops. They all got so tired of me making fun of
them that my oldest friend came up to me and said, “We don’t want to be
friends with you anymore.”
I said
“Why?”
He
said, “We are so tired of you making fun of us.”
Then, I walked away furious and sad. I had no friends anymore. That
night, I made a map to get out of the cloud. I made a route that I will take
out in the morning. So, as you heard, I was planning to leave just when my
friend, Raindrop, Jr., told me not to go. I was touched.
When my older friends found me still there, in the morning, they told
me to get out. So that night I left. I landed in the backyard of a little boy.
I was mourning in sadness. I stayed many nights. Not much happened. It snowed
more and more.
When the
little boy came out to build a snowman, I met with my friends and we lived
happily.