The tale of a mountain
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Tale of mountain
Once upon a time there lived a mountain, which was so high that it might have been
the tallest mountain in the whole world. It stood alone in the blue sky. The plain was
far below it. So it had very few friends. Only the big fluffy clouds reached all the way
to its peak. But what fun it was to poke its pointed peak into their fluffy middle! It
tickled them! The clouds would burst into laughter, and sometimes they would laugh
so hard that they would cry. Then it would rain on the earth below.
One hot summer, the sun shone down so hard and long that for several days there
wasn’t a single little cloud in the sky. The mountain felt very sad. Finally, when it
could not bear being lonely any longer, it asked the great wide sky, “Why won’t you
let the little ones run and play? Where have they gone?”
The sky replied, “All my children have gone to the kingdom of winter, which is very
far from here. They won’t come back until the end of summer.”
“I miss them so much!” the mountain said with a sigh. “Maybe I should go to the
winter kingdom too, and visit my friends.”
“You are a mountain. Mountains are heavy and can’t fly like clouds. Mountains
always stay in the same place,” the sky stated firmly.
The mountain became even sadder. “Everyone else moves around and finds exciting
new things and I have to sit still. Nobody and nothing needs me,” it wailed.
Once upon a time there lived a mountain, which was so high that it might have been
the tallest mountain in the whole world. It stood alone in the blue sky. The plain was
far below it. So it had very few friends. Only the big fluffy clouds reached all the way
to its peak. But what fun it was to poke its pointed peak into their fluffy middle! It
tickled them! The clouds would burst into laughter, and sometimes they would laugh
so hard that they would cry. Then it would rain on the earth below.
One hot summer, the sun shone down so hard and long that for several days there
wasn’t a single little cloud in the sky. The mountain felt very sad. Finally, when it
could not bear being lonely any longer, it asked the great wide sky, “Why won’t you
let the little ones run and play? Where have they gone?”
The sky replied, “All my children have gone to the kingdom of winter, which is very
far from here. They won’t come back until the end of summer.”
“I miss them so much!” the mountain said with a sigh. “Maybe I should go to the
winter kingdom too, and visit my friends.”
“You are a mountain. Mountains are heavy and can’t fly like clouds. Mountains
always stay in the same place,” the sky stated firmly.
The mountain became even sadder. “Everyone else moves around and finds exciting
new things and I have to sit still. Nobody and nothing needs me,” it wailed.