The Umbrella That Waited for Puddles
Calder bought a yellow umbrella at a yard sale. It looked ordinary, but it had one odd habit. It would not open for rain. Not a drop would make it budge.
On the first wet day, Calder pushed the button. Click, nothing. He shook it. He begged. His coat got soaked, and he walked home grumpy.
Then he stepped in a puddle, and the umbrella popped open all by itself. Above him, a small cloud puffed out of the top. The cloud shaded his head and drizzled gently on the puddle.
"You like puddles!" Calder laughed.
From then on, he hunted for the biggest puddles in town. Wherever he stood, the umbrella opened, and the little cloud floated overhead. His friends crowded under it, and the cloud grew a little each time.
One day, the puddles dried up in the sun. Calder missed the cloud. So he filled a washtub with water and stood in it, in the sunshine, with his friends.