In a sleepy village where the afternoon sun turns everything gold, Theo spots a cloud no bigger than his palm hovering just above his windowsill. His neighbor, old Mr. Hargrove, claims it’s just a trick of the light—but Theo knows better. The cloud pulses with tiny lightning, and it seems to be waiting for something.
A dreamy boy who notices the magic in ordinary things
He can see the hidden stories in the world around him
[GENTLE] One day, Theo said to Mr. Hargrove—
[CURIOUS] 'That cloud is following me. It’s been outside my window for three days now, and it’s the size of a teacup.'
[CALM] Mr. Hargrove adjusted his spectacles and peered over the fence. 'Clouds don’t follow people, Theo. They follow the wind. And that’s not a cloud. That’s a [EMPHASIS] dust bunny.'
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