The Cirrus clouds pulled away. “We are very high-fashion and very thin,” they sniffed. “You are much too... chunky. We can’t be friends.”
The big clouds looked at him and shuddered. “Oh dear, no,” they huffed. “You’re far too bright. You’ll ruin our aesthetic for the landscape painters below. We can’t be friends.” (Dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends
“I’m going to go find some best friends!” Dub announced one sunny morning. The Cirrus clouds pulled away
He floated over to a group of big, white Cumulus clouds. “Hi! Can I hang out with you guys?” he asked, wiggling his purple edges. chunky
Dub beamed. For the first time, he didn't feel like a misfit. They didn't need to fit in with the white clouds; they just needed to find each other. Together, they swirled into the evening sky, creating the most spectacular, weird, and colorful sunset the world had ever seen. Should we continue Dub’s adventure in , or