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Puffy the Cloud · Page 5 of 8

Drip, Drop

Puffy thought hard. He remembered how good it felt to be full of rain — and how lonely it felt to float away while the meadow suffered.

"I can spare a little," he said at last.

He squeezed his eyes shut.

Drip! Drop! Drip-drop-drop!

Gentle rain fell on the valley.