A fluffy, marshmallow-shaped cloud floated right over him. Kies jumped! He grabbed for the cloud, but his hand went right through it. Whoosh.
"Clouds are too high, Kies," said his friend, Bella the Bird, shaking her head. "And they are made of mist! You can’t put them in a jar." A fluffy, marshmallow-shaped cloud floated right over him
Kies didn't believe her. He thought, If I jump high enough, I can catch one. Whoosh
Kies went back to the high hill. He waited. A small, gray, drizzly cloud floated by. Jump! You can’t put them in a jar
He went to the window, opened the jar, and let the cloud float back up.
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 .