“It is spying on me!” I shout, pointing to the sky.
Posey looks up and smiles. “Oh, that’s a Cloud Critter,” he says. “They’re animals formed by clouds.”
Posey whistles as the cloud unicorn begins to drift toward us. “I think she may want something. Cloud Critters rarely come down from the sky.”
I watch the pearly unicorn float to the ground. She gets smaller and smaller the closer she comes! When she lands, we’re basically the same size. Then the unicorn looks me over and snorts like a horse.
“Where did you come from?” she asks me in a very sassy voice. If Upsy were here, she would say that this Cloud Critter has “attitude.”
“Me?” I say, pointing to myself. “I came from the real world.” Obviously. I’m a little surprised to be talking to a cloud unicorn.
The unicorn shakes her misty mane and takes a step back. “I’ve heard of the Real World,” she says. “But I never knew it really existed.”