Pablo Races the Clouds with a Clothesline
Pablo's family did not own a clothes dryer. On sunny days, laundry hung on a long line behind the house, and it was Pablo's chore to hang it up.
On Sunday morning, he carried out a basket of wet sheets, towels, and socks. The sky was blue and the breeze was gentle. Pablo whistled while he worked. He pinned each towel by two corners and clipped the socks in pairs, so that none would be lost.
Halfway through the basket, he noticed that the wind had changed. It turned colder and began to tug the sheets sideways. In the distance, a gray cloud was sliding over the hills like a lid over a pot.
Pablo worked faster, but faster made him sloppy. A pillowcase fell into the dirt. Two socks slipped from their clips. The sheet puffed up like a sail and nearly pulled the whole line down.
Then he remembered what his grandmother had said. "Hang the heavy things in the middle, where the line is strongest, and put two pins together where one sheet meets the next."
He fixed the sheet that was flapping, rinsed the pillowcase in the bucket, and clipped everything in the right place. This time it held.
By the time the first fat raindrop splashed on the fence, Pablo was inside, watching through the window. The laundry swayed, nearly dry, and a few minutes of rain would only make it smell fresh.