Tobby loved making peculiar inventions in his garden shed. His latest creation was a bicycle with special wings. I will soon get this right! he whispered, tightening the last bolt. The morning sun peeked through the window, making his collection of glass jars sparkle.
After breakfast, Tobby wheeled his flying bicycle onto the lawn. He pressed a bright red button, and the wings spread wide. Time for a proper test flight, he declared. His heart thumped with excitement as he began pedalling faster and faster.
To his amazement, the bicycle lifted off the ground! Higher and higher he soared, until he found himself floating amongst fluffy white clouds. I wonder what clouds feel like, Tobby mused, reaching out to touch one.
The cloud felt soft and sticky between his fingers. Curious, Tobby touched his tongue to it. Blimey! It tastes exactly like candyfloss! he exclaimed. Quickly, he pulled out one of his empty jars and scooped up a piece of cloud.
Soon, Tobby's bicycle basket was filled with jars of clouds. Each one was a different shape and size. My friends won't believe this! he thought, carefully securing the lids. The clouds swirled inside like magical cotton wool.
Back in his bedroom, Tobby arranged the cloud jars on his windowsill. They glowed softly in the afternoon light. I must write this in my notebook, he said, reaching for his special 'Scientific Discoveries' journal.
That night, whilst Tobby slept, a warm breeze rustled through his curtains. One jar lid wasn't quite tight enough. Whoosh! A tiny cloud escaped, floating around his room like a glowing balloon.
The escaped cloud bumped into the other jars, knocking them over. Pop! Pop! Pop! went the lids. Soon, all the clouds were swirling together, growing bigger and darker. Thunder rumbled softly.
Tobby woke with a start. Oh no! he gasped. His bedroom had turned into a proper storm cloud! Lightning flashed as the cloud squeezed through his window, joining the night sky.
Quickly, Tobby jumped onto his flying bicycle. I will soon get this right! he promised, soaring after the runaway storm. The cloud was heading straight for the town centre!
Remembering how sweet the clouds were, Tobby pulled a lollipop from his pocket. He waved it like a wand, and the storm followed the sugary smell. Carefully, he led it away from the town.
Back home, Tobby watched the storm dissolve into gentle rain. Theory proven: clouds are best left in the sky, he wrote in his notebook, proudly ticking off his latest scientific discovery.
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