Dub sighed a little puff of rain and drifted toward the high, wispy Cirrus clouds. They looked like delicate white feathers. “Hello! Want to play tag?”
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
Dub felt very lonely. He drifted down toward the mountains, thinking, Maybe I’m just not meant to have friends. Dub sighed a little puff of rain and