The Sleepy Cloud

In a cabin covered in moss and high in the mountains, a young cloud settled itself for the afternoon. It fell asleep in the middle of the cabin’s one room, reaching nearly to the ceiling.
As evening came on, a sheepdog returned to the cabin and said, “What are you doing here? Don’t you know that this is no place for your kind?”
“I only wanted to sleep for a bit,” replied the cloud.
“I’m afraid you must leave, this is no place for you,” said the dog, baring its teeth.
The little cloud drifted from the cabin sadly.