Once upon a time when the clouds were shapes, there was a boy named Ben he was finally old enough to be a cloud blower. His grandfather took him up the mystical tower. The tower towered above the clouds into space. They went up the stairs which twisted around and around. When they got to the top they saw a metal bubble blower.
Ben's grandfather showed Ben how to blow a cloud. "Whoosh" ,a shapeless cloud came out of the metal bubble blower. Then it was Ben's turn he. Heaved in a lot of air and blew out. Out came a tiny little cloud "woosh". Ben was disappointed. Then Ben's grandfather showed him how he took a deep breath and pushed the air out like a balloons air coming out. Ben try again but this time he put his mouth up to the hole and blew and blew and blew. Soon after that" CRACK "Ben had broken the cloud blower.
He was slowly going down down down SMASH it landed on the floor. Ben' grandfather helped Ben up , Ben was holding the squished cloud blower in his hands. When Ben's grandfather saw it he was disappointed, disheartened. Then Ben got an idea he fiddled and foddeled with it then he showed his grandfather it looked like a star. He blew it the out came a star it was the first time a non shapeless cloud came out. Everyone was super duper ultra mega happy. They blew shapes until sunset. Every one lived happily ever after. The End