Deep in the Whispering Woods lived a family of fluffy, grey wolves. They weren't scary wolves at all; they were gentle and kind.
Papa Wolf loved to tell stories of the big, fluffy clouds that drifted across the sky. He'd say they were giant cotton candy, or fluffy white sheep.
Mama Wolf would listen patiently, her eyes sparkling with happiness. Little Wolf, with his soft fur and big, curious eyes, would listen too, imagining the clouds as magical creatures.
One evening, as the sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, a fluffy white cloud drifted near the wolf family's cozy den.
The cloud looked like a big, soft, white blanket, and it seemed to be yawning and stretching as it floated by.
"Oh, look!" exclaimed Little Wolf, "The cloud is sleepy!"
Papa Wolf smiled. "Let's sing to the cloud," he said. Mama Wolf nodded, and together they sang soft songs about the moon and the stars, their voices gentle and warm.
The soft, warm melodies soothed the cloud. It closed its eyes, and drifted down, landing gently over the wolf family's den.
Little Wolf snuggled closer, feeling the soft touch of the cloud as it gently covered their home. The cloud felt like a warm hug as the sun dipped below the horizon.
Soon, the moon peeked through the trees, casting a silvery glow on the sleepy cloud and the cozy den of the wolf family. It was a beautiful sight, as peaceful as a gentle lullaby.
Mama Wolf nuzzled Little Wolf and whispered a story of a friendly forest where even clouds and wolves could be friends.
Little Wolf smiled, snuggled closer to Mama and Papa, and drifted off to sleep under the friendly cloud, dreaming of the fluffy white sheep.
The friendly wolves and the sleepy cloud slept soundly, knowing that friendship and kindness are the best things in the world.
And as Little Wolf slept, he knew that even the biggest clouds, and the fluffiest wolves, could be the most wonderful friends.