Grandma's umbrella dances in the sky on the wind.

Grandma's umbrella was
big and a strange color.


I wanted an umbrella of my own, too.
My big sister got a new umbrella.
I got my sister's hand-me-down.
It was a small, worn-out umbrella.


“Mammy wants a new umbrella too.
It's not fair that only big sister gets one!”

Even though I said that,
I didn't get a new umbrella bought for me.


One rainy day.
Mammy went to school with Grandma's strange umbrella.
The umbrella was too big, and it was hard to walk.


On the way home.
It was still raining, and the wind was stronger than it had been in the morning.


“Grandma's umbrella is a strange color.
She should have chosen a prettier color.”
“She won't even buy me an umbrella, I hate Grandma!”


Just when I was thinking that,


WHOOSH!!


A gust of wind blew,
and Mammy's body floated up.


“Whoa! Help me!!”


Grandma's umbrella
caught the wind in a big way,
and flew higher and higher.


Before I knew it, I had climbed above the clouds.


Above the clouds, it was sunny.
As I drifted down slowly, floating and bobbing,
I saw a rainbow.


Wow. It's beautiful.


Then I remembered.
I had just called it a “strange umbrella.”
I felt like Grandma's umbrella was crying.


“I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I called you a strange umbrella.”


Grandma's umbrella
was an amazing umbrella that was big and could fly high.


As I thought, the umbrella Grandma chose
was incredible.


The umbrella, looking happy,
floated and bobbed as it descended.


Before I knew it, I had arrived in front of the house.


“Grandma, I'm home!”


“Grandma's umbrella is amazing.
Thank you.”

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