Thirsty Meadow

One hot summer day, Puffy floated over a meadow far below.

The flowers were drooping. The grass had turned yellow. A tiny rabbit hopped from place to place, looking for a drink.

"Dear Puffy," whispered a sunflower, "could you spare a little rain? We are so thirsty."

Puffy shook his fluffy head.

"No! My rain is mine!"

And he floated on.