(dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends Page

Zip laughed, a sound like a bubbling brook. “Well, I think purple and orange look great together. Want to go make a sunset?”

Dub sighed a little puff of rain and drifted toward the high, wispy Cirrus clouds. They looked like delicate white feathers. “Hello! Want to play tag?” (Dub) 1 : We Can't Make Any Friends

Dub’s purple mist began to glow. “They told me I was too bright and too chunky!” Zip laughed, a sound like a bubbling brook

“I’m going to go find some best friends!” Dub announced one sunny morning. They looked like delicate white feathers

The Cirrus clouds pulled away. “We are very high-fashion and very thin,” they sniffed. “You are much too... chunky. We can’t be friends.”

He floated over to a group of big, white Cumulus clouds. “Hi! Can I hang out with you guys?” he asked, wiggling his purple edges.