The sky is falling Who: Dylan & Maddie Where: Scarlet Oak Community Park When: Morning
When the weather was good, humans wore their short clothes. Their jeans and trousers were shorter, skirts on females were shorter and their shoes had gaps in them so that you could see parts of their feet. Dylan wasn't particularly fond of seeing feet; they were stumpy and ugly, nowhere near as beautiful as a tail fin. Who would want to look at those?
The shoes Dylan had found beside the edge of the lake were blissfully gap-free; nobody would be able to see his feet today. The human who'd been wearing them had chosen well, and as a special treat he'd very kindly left him in the grass with all of the strange pocket debris he carried around next to him. It was very likely that the human would have a sore head when he woke up, but at least he would wake up.
After spending the first few hours of the morning exploring, Dylan had ended up in the park. Parks were places with lots of flat grassland, and some of them had sandy areas where human children could climb on things. Dylan had found some crayons and a writing book near a strange metal ladder that seemed to disappear underground on both sides. He could only assume that the human child who had owned them had been swallowed up by the sand.
Dylan put his finds in his back pocket and beat a hasty retreat back to the grass.
At the other side of the park, Dylan found a nice tree to sit beneath and examine his new writing tools in closer detail, but then he noticed something. A few dozen feet away from where he was standing, Dylan could see a cloud. And the cloud was walking.
Not only was the cloud walking, but it was walking on the ground. Dylan knew very little about the air, but he was very sure that clouds were meant to be in it, not on the floor where they could get dirty, which this one clearly had. Who'd ever heard of a brown cloud? Even so, he'd never seen a cloud up close (brown or not) and the sky was a long way up; what if he never got the chance to touch one ever again?
His feet moved without his brain really instructing them to do so, making a beeline for the fallen cloud. However, the closer he got, the more and more he noticed how the cloud appeared to be not just a cloud, but an animal as well. Dylan had seen cloud animals before, but they generally looked a lot bigger than this one...and of course, they were always up in the sky.
He stopped in front of the cloud animal, staring it straight in the face. Now, when Dylan had seen cloud animals before, they always resembled a real animal; this one...well, he wasn't really sure. Perhaps it was some sort of blurry horse...or maybe it was a cloud animal of something he'd never seen before. Yes, that had to be it! A strange, ugly animal that Dylan had never seen. It all made perfect sense now!
Dylan had been hoping that the cloud animal would at least have one area that it hadn't managed to dirty, but it had clearly soaked up whatever it had been rolling in like a sponge, and was now the colour of a dirty puddle. Hpmh, disappointing. Still, it didn't look very wet. Reaching out, Dylan touched the cloud animal's fluffy neck.
He'd never have imagined that clouds felt like hair.