A bright, bright sky. Mongi stretches its thin end nice and long. Sunlight bounces off the edges, sparkling everywhere.
Bub-bub— Mongil rolls over and shakes its head. "What should I wear today?" The sun just sticks out its tongue.
The sky turns grey. Fog drapes over the field like a slow, heavy curtain.
Pitter, patter— Raindrops pelt Mongi. It droops, all limp and soft. Mongi twists its body, shaking off the rain, and mutters, "I'm all soaked."
Swish, swish— The wind pushes two clouds up to the mountaintop. Then, up over the white forest.
Fluff, fluff— Snowflakes cling to the edges, stacking up thick. Tap, tap, tiny icicles tick down to the ground. Mongi wobbles— thud, thud.
Mongil gets swept along by the wind, then— dashes over and clings tight. Together, they tumble into one cozy bundle.
The wind stops dead. Little clouds pop up one by one, holding out umbrellas and blankets, calling, "Here you are!"
Mongi snaps open an umbrella, and Mongil wraps itself in a blanket. It gives a little nod. Snow begins to pile on the blanket.
Snow taps the umbrella tip— tap, tap, tap— then slides right off. Mongil shakes its head. "Well done!" And off they go, dancing through the sky together.
