“That’s a lot of clouds,” observed Fuen.

“Where do you think they’re going to?” asked Sprite.

“Not sure,” said Fuen, “but by the look of it, I reckon they aren’t following the direction of the wind.”

A moment of philosophical reflection passed between them.

“You know,” said Sprite, “I sometimes find people to be like clouds.”

“Oh?” asked Fuen.

“Yeah,” said Sprite, “it can turn into a nice day when they go away…”