Under the mulberry tree, Uncle Augustine lit his story pipe, as the children called it, although this time it had only a wheat straw instead of smoke. “Have you ever heard of the cloud that got lost?” he began in a deep voice, capturing the attention of the little ones.

One day, a mischievous cloud, tired of floating in the endless sky, looked down and saw Grandma’s orchard full of colors and life. “What a beautiful place!” he thought, and decided to go down to explore. Little by little, he descended until he was trapped in the blades of the windmill. The windmill, surprised, began to spin hard, but he was unable to free her.

When the children in the orchard noticed what was happening, they ran to the windmill. “Cloud, cloud! What are you doing here?” asked Lucia, the bravest. The cloud, with a soft and somewhat embarrassed voice, answered: “I was tired of traveling and wanted to rest. But now I don’t know how to get back to the sky.”

Worried about the cloud, the children sought out Uncle Augustine, who knew the stories of the winds. “We must call upon the North Wind,” he said, “he is the only one strong and wise enough to help.”

With a little ingenuity, the children began to sing a special tune that Uncle Augustine taught them. Its notes rose like a magical whisper until the wind responded. It appeared in a gentle but majestic whirlwind, stirring the leaves of the orchard.

“Little cloud, your home is in the sky,” said the North Wind in a deep voice. “Why did you leave your place?”

“I wanted something different,” the cloud admitted, “but I didn’t know I would miss my place among the other clouds so much.”

With a firm but gentle blow, the North Wind unhooked the cloud from the windmill and lifted it back into the sky. Before leaving, the cloud thanked the children and the wind. “I will never forget this orchard or the lesson I learned. The sky is my home, but I will always carry this place in my heart.”

That night, under the starlight, the children looked up at the sky and assured that the cloud, now back among the others, winked at them.

Uncle Augustine, with a smile and his wheat sprig in his mouth, concluded: “Remember, little ones, that we all have a special place in this world. Learning to value it is part of our adventure.”

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Every time you look at a cloud in the sky, think about freedom and how important it is to value our own home. Until the next adventure!