Shira, a little white-haired fairy girl, looked up at the sky with her big blue eyes. The clouds drifted by like pillows on a steady ocean. Shira's heart fluttered with excitement--those clouds were just what she was looking for!
She plodded across the patchy yard in her bare feet towards an old shed, the edges of her short periwinkle gown waving in the wind. With enthusiastic force and a satisfying "thunk," Shira shoved the shed's sliding wooden door open. Using all the strength of her three foot height and spaghetti arms, she dragged a rusty ladder across the shed floor and into the middle of the yard.
Climbing up the ladder, she stood clumsily at the top as she groped her little hands at the clouds.
"Not high enough!" she exclaimed in frustration.
She looked down at the ladder, and positioned herself carefully. Looking back up at the clouds, she bent her knees for one enormous hop to reach them. In horror, she felt her foot slip as it landed on the ladder, but she felt strong arms catch her before she could shout.
"What are you doing, Shira?" asked her guardian Hiro, with a chuckle.
"Catching marshmallows!" Shira replied. "I wanted to make s'mores..."
