Once upon a time, just as the sun was painting the sky with soft colours of pink and orange, a little fox named Fern lay on her back in the meadow, gazing up at the clouds. They drifted so slowly, like lazy boats on a calm blue sea. Some were big and puffy, like giant balls of cotton candy, while others were thin and wispy, like brushed paint across the blue canvas above.
Fern loved watching the clouds. She would squint her eyes just a little and let her imagination run wild. "Look!" she whispered to a friendly caterpillar inching nearby. "That one looks like a fluffy sheep jumping over a fence! And the one behind it? It's shaped like a big, sleepy bear getting ready for a long nap!" The caterpillar wiggled as if it agreed, enjoying the quiet sky with her.
As the clouds floated, their shapes would gently change, swirling and stretching into new forms. The fluffy sheep might stretch out into a long, winding river, and the sleepy bear could melt into a pile of soft pillows. It was like watching a silent movie made just for her in the sky, full of endless possibilities and transformations.
Sometimes, the clouds would gather together, huddling close like friends sharing secrets. When they did, the sky would turn a soft, gentle grey, and sometimes, just sometimes, a few twinkling drops of rain would fall, whispering stories of faraway places where the clouds had traveled before they came to visit Fern's meadow.
But even when they gathered, the clouds looked soft and inviting. They seemed to cover the sky like a giant, comforting blanket, tucked in around the edges where the last bits of sunlight still peeked through. It made the world below feel cozy and safe, ready for the quiet arrival of the moon and stars.
Watching the clouds drift helped Fern feel peaceful and calm. All the busy thoughts from the day seemed to float away with them, leaving her mind quiet and clear. She noticed the soft evening breeze that followed the clouds and the way the grass tickled her fur as she lay there, feeling completely relaxed.
As the sky deepened from pale blue to a gentle indigo, the clouds softened even more, becoming like whispers against the coming night. They were the sky's way of getting ready for bedtime, pulling up their soft covers, inviting everyone down below to do the same. Fern yawned a big, sleepy yawn.
She closed her eyes, but she could still see the soft, fluffy clouds in her mind. They were like soft pillows waiting for her dreams to land on. Thinking of the gentle, drifting clouds, Fern snuggled into the grass, feeling safe and ready for a night full of sweet dreams, floating just like the clouds in the quiet, starry sky.