Clouds That Danced Like Walking Hamsters

The Clouds that Danced like Walking HamstersA Short Storyby Mr PseudonymAndrew Johnson was thinking about John Donaldson again. John was a clumsy rover with handsome eyes and fluffy toes.Andrew walked over to the window and reflected on his idyllic surroundings. He had always loved beautiful Paris with its condemned, calm cliffs. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel surprised.