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In the high peaks of the Altai Mountains, there was a cloud named Nimbus who was much smaller than the others. While the big storm clouds practiced their thunder and the wispy cirrus clouds stretched across the horizon, Nimbus just wanted to see what was beneath the white floor of the sky.

A local woodcutter found the "living snowball" and brought him home. To this day, the puppy—now named —doesn't bark at the mailman; he only barks at the wind, as if he’s telling his old friends in the sky all the interesting things he’s found on the ground. Fi6APsaWAAIQc9a.jpg

When he looked into a frozen puddle, he didn't see a cloud anymore. He saw four tiny paws, two coal-black eyes, and a wagging tail. He had become a puppy, but he was still as round and white as the sky he came from. In the high peaks of the Altai Mountains,