Hold It
When you gotta go, you gotta go…
The poofy cloud family floated along on a lovely end-of-summer day. “Look at me, Momma! I’m an airplane!” hollered Wayne. “I’m a puppy!” squealed Ellie. Momma smiled at her children, then noticed Reginald drifting lower and puffing darker. “Mommmmaaa, I have to—“ “Don’t you do it, little cloud. There’s no rain until tonight.” “But—“ “Hold it!” “I’m… tryyyyying…” “Reginald!” “Can’t. Hold.“ Then came a long, relieved “Ahhhh...
