Dub’s purple mist began to glow. “They told me I was too bright and too chunky!”
Suddenly, he heard a high-pitched whistle. He looked down and saw a strange, orange-tinted fog rolling out of a cave. (Dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends
He floated over to a group of big, white Cumulus clouds. “Hi! Can I hang out with you guys?” he asked, wiggling his purple edges. Dub’s purple mist began to glow
Dub beamed. For the first time, he didn't feel like a misfit. They didn't need to fit in with the white clouds; they just needed to find each other. Together, they swirled into the evening sky, creating the most spectacular, weird, and colorful sunset the world had ever seen. Should we continue Dub’s adventure in , or He floated over to a group of big, white Cumulus clouds
Once there was a little cloud named Dub. While most clouds in the sky liked to bunch together into big, fluffy blankets, Dub was a bit different—he was a bright, neon-purple mist.