Why does the short man live up on the tall mountain creating cloud animals? Dear Reader, if you listen very carefully to the whispers from the trees, maybe you will hear this ancient tale. But if you do not speak the language of the trees and can...
Once upon a time, dear Reader, a very long time ago...
A short, round man lived in a small, square hut and was married to a tall, beautiful woman named Sky.
"I am the luckiest man alive in the whole earth!" he contemplated one day, as he sat watching his beautiful wife bend to hang out their colourful washing.
Sky paused in her work and sighed.
The sun smiled down on her, dancing off her long hair and the wind swirled around her, pulling her clothes playfully about.
The sun and the wind remembered they used to play with the tall, beautiful woman when she would run and dance through the meadow, arms out wide, laughing.
But today Sky did not laugh, she did not run nor dance. The tall, beautiful woman named Sky sighed again, dear Reader.
The short man heard his wife's sigh.
The short, round man loved his wife very much and was sad to hear her sigh.
"I wonder why my wife sighed?" He exclaimed to himself as he watched her work.
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The short round man roused himself off the step he had been sitting on and walked down the path to join his wife at the washing basket.
"My Love," he called up to her as he picked up his green, striped socks and handed them up to Sky to be hung, "Please my Love, tell me why you sigh."
"Ah, my Dear," Sky replied, hanging out his bright orange underpants, "I was watching our colourful washing dancing in the wind and it made me sigh."
"But why, my Love, did our dancing washing make you sigh?"
"Well my Dear," Sky replied hanging out his bright blue cloak, "We have no children in our small, square hut, to dance and laugh through the meadow with the sun and the wind my Dear. That is why I sigh."
The short, round man saw that his wife was right, they had no children to dance and laugh with the sun and the wind. He watched the colourful washing and he too sighed.
The wind heard the couple sigh and was sad. He swirled and whooshed, but was still sad when he thought of them.
In the middle of the wind's swirls and whooshes, a tiny sparrow struggled to fly. He flapped and flipped but could not fly straight against the wind. The tiny sparrow fell and landed at the short, round man's feet.
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