Lady Penelope and I were lying in the long grass one warm, quiet Spring afternoon, doing a spot of cloudgazing. There was something special about just lying there, imagining a whole world above us, where clouds are formed with every shape they make.
But there's a hitch: while Penelope was good at pointing out elegant, beautiful shapes that form in the sky, I pointed out playful ones. So, while Penelope pointed out a ribbon, a swan and a blanket of silk, I pointed out a monkey, a lion and a crocodile. Penelope wasn't the least bit annoyed by my cloud spotting ways, and chuckled at my suggestions.
We liked to stretch our toes out - and our arms - and lie there, enjoying the bright Spring sunshine. The smell of fresh dew filled the air as we lay, admiring the wonders our world had to bring, from the tiniest ant to the largest tree. At last, Penelope saw me yawning, and I shut my eyes and fell asleep. She took me in her arms and carried me back to our cave for a peaceful night's rest.
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