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It's funny how they tied me up, and the rope just got loose. I think it
knew that I didn't like being tied. How can you tie a cloud anyway? I am one of the clouds, the ones above me. We have the same shape and touch. I can't figure out why they thought I belonged to the white furry things below me, who like to crowd together and follow a man. I like to fly on my own, next to the clouds, so I have to talk to my rope to help me walk there. Interesting... |