private life: the children's story; I am a raindrop

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What would you do if your mother was a cloud and your father was the sky? Well, that is exactly what happened to me. I was born in a cloud and soon I had to drop. When I did I had a terrific view. I saw aeroplanes, I saw millions of birds, I was even lucky enough to see the Eiffel Tower!

When I landed, I sensed that there was something in a hole nearby. "IT'S A FOX," I screamed. "Foxes like to drink WATER!!!" I thought I could trickle away but it was uphill all the way, and then it was straight. I was feeling desperate. I dribbled sideways and sideways, but luckily the fox chased a rabbit, so I was safe. "Phooey," I thought. "That was close." That dark night, I met another raindrop. "Oh," she said. "You're one of my many sisters! How lovely to meet you again!

One gloomy morning me and my sister trickled into a puddle. The next day the sun dried us up. That was the end of us.

Fleur Wylie, aged 8, Harlesden, London

The Children's Story is open to stories of up to 400 words written by children up to the age of 15. Send stories with a self-addressed envelope to The Children's Story, Section Two, Independent, 1 Canada Square, Canary Wharf, London E14 5DL