(dub) 1 : - We Can't Make Any Friends

Dub felt very lonely. He drifted down toward the mountains, thinking, Maybe I’m just not meant to have friends.

“I’m going to go find some best friends!” Dub announced one sunny morning. (Dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends

He floated over to a group of big, white Cumulus clouds. “Hi! Can I hang out with you guys?” he asked, wiggling his purple edges. Dub felt very lonely

Once there was a little cloud named Dub. While most clouds in the sky liked to bunch together into big, fluffy blankets, Dub was a bit different—he was a bright, neon-purple mist. He floated over to a group of big, white Cumulus clouds

The big clouds looked at him and shuddered. “Oh dear, no,” they huffed. “You’re far too bright. You’ll ruin our aesthetic for the landscape painters below. We can’t be friends.”

Zip laughed, a sound like a bubbling brook. “Well, I think purple and orange look great together. Want to go make a sunset?”