A little pond of water stood after it rained. The pond of water was sad to be water again, because he gets trampled on a lot by the people from New York City, and the people that have boots on, man that hurts. “Why did you turn me into water,” whined the water, “I want to become a cloud again.” A few days later, the water yelled out to the sun, “Why are you not doing your job! Do you hate me? Do you wish I was died?” The water was furious now, almost steaming hot.
“No, commanded the sun, “No, I just though you like to become water again, but if you want to become water again, fine.” The air got hotter as the sun said the sentence. After just a few seconds, the water turned into vapor. As the water rose as vapor, he saw the tall buildings and people the size of ants. “Thank you Mr. Sun!”