Tuesday

The inside of a cloud is freezing cold and bitter. Ice so frigid is burns rakes against your skin, as you, the cloudclimber, attempt to resurface and reach the summit. For that is the most difficult part of being a cloudclimber, child. Falling in. Once you’re in, there’s nothing around. It’s dark in there. Clouds look white because they reflect all the light right back out – on the inside it’s a cold, black, jagged hell.

That is why you must never fall into a cloud. Its delightful, wispy shell has lured many a marshmallow loving adventurer to their stormy death.