Kies went back to the high hill. He waited. A small, gray, drizzly cloud floated by. Jump!
He went to the window, opened the jar, and let the cloud float back up. Kies went back to the high hill
Immediately, the cloud turned white and fluffy again, bringing a lovely light drizzle that watered his mother's garden. So, one Tuesday, Kies made a
So, one Tuesday, Kies made a . He took a long bamboo stick, tied his mother's lightest cotton scarf to the top, and went to the highest hill in the town. He climbed the tallest tree, wiggled his ears, and waited. it looked like a flying pillow.
Kies was small, fuzzy, and had ears that wiggled when he was thinking. More than anything in the world, Kies loved to collect things. He had jars filled with firefly whispers, boxes of shiny blue pebbles, and a pocket full of whisper-grass. But Kies wanted something better. He wanted a .
He spent all afternoon gathering dandelion fluff, soft sheep’s wool, and cotton from the garden. He tied them onto his scarf. The next morning, it looked like a flying pillow.
