A/N: … Oh my Goddess this is such complete and utter crack…-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-Once upon a time there was a Cloud. This Cloud's name was Tifa. Tifa was the kind of Cloud that came out only on the most pleasant of days, bringing joy with her where ever she went. She was shaped like a tree. One day, Tifa decided to visit Australia. It was a pleasant, sunny day there. Tifa happened to float over a person called Cid. What a pretty Cloud… Cid thought. Now, all Clouds can read minds, as I'm sure you know, so Tifa heard this thought. She was so happy, that for the rest of her Cloudy days, she followed Cid where ever he went, bringing him joy.
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The moral of this story: Always be nice to Clouds.