On the mountain, the wind had one job.
Blow.
And the wind LOVED his job.
He blew in the morning.
Whoooooosh.
He blew at lunchtime.
WHOOOOOOOSH.
He blew at night, which everyone agreed was a bit much.
WHOOOOOOOOOSH.
The problem was, the wind didn’t know his own strength. 💨
🏔️ Too Much Blowing
He blew a rabbit’s hat clean off.
Whoosh. Gone.
He blew a bird’s nest out of a tree.
WHOOSH. Twigs everywhere.
He blew a fox’s carefully arranged pile of autumn leaves all the way down the mountain.
WHOOOSH. All that work. Gone.
The fox sat in the middle of the scattered leaves and looked very tired.
“Sorry!” called the wind.
“YOU ALWAYS SAY SORRY,” said the fox.
“I KNOW,” said the wind.
“AND THEN YOU DO IT AGAIN.”
The wind felt terrible. He didn’t mean to knock things over. He just got excited.
💨 Learning Gentle
A very old pine tree spoke up.
She had been on the mountain for two hundred years.
She had seen all kinds of wind.
“You don’t have to blow with everything you’ve got every time,” she said.
“But it feels so good,” said the wind.
“I know. Try this.”
She rustled her branches very gently.
Shhhhhh.
“Now you.”
The wind tried.
Shhhh.
The rabbit’s ears moved, very softly.
“Oh,” said the wind. “Oh, that’s nice too.”
🍃 Nora Feels the Difference
Nora came up the mountain path and felt a breeze.
Not a big wild knock-you-sideways breeze.
A gentle, cool, perfect breeze that lifted Nora’s hair and felt like the mountain saying hello.
“Oh, that’s lovely,” said Nora.
And somewhere up in the sky, the wind puffed up with pride.
Not too much.
Just a little.
Just right. 💨