When the king saw the flowers shiver in the fall, he called the bravest swan maidens to him. He told them that they must go away for a long time.
Then each swan maiden put on a beautiful white dress, and came softly down, down to earth, with a warm blanket.
These blankets they spread over the flowers and seeds. Every little flower went to sleep under the blanket.
At last the king smiled, and their work was done. They slipped away home so softly that nobody missed them, but the boys and girls who loved the snow.
—Adapted
Tuesday
Children tell “A Cloud Story” in their own words.
Wednesday
Children write the cloud story.