"Mamma!! The sky is Falling".
Hurry Mamma, The sky...! The mother heard her child's calling and wondered what is falling and why? She ran to her three year old, "Mamma, the sky is falling!" here. Quite amazed, his hands grew cold. What is falling my dear? The sky! see...now it's moving away, from over the trees towards our head. We must run, Mamma! it's coming our way and I don't want us to be dead! With a smile, she hugged him tight and kissed his cute little hands. She told him, son it's daylight and the world is not coming to an end. What you see moving, is clouds. White, dull, dark, puffy clouds. The wind makes it move. Clouds are light as feathers and change to a darker color when it gathers. My dear baby boy, sky is not falling.

"But Mamma",

"Yes, my love"
                          "will the sky EVER fall?"

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