Clouds

Two children were stretched out on a checkered blanket in their backyard, staring up at the sky.
"That one looks like grandpa!" A boy who was missing one of his front teeth said, pointing at a cloud. His sister tilted her head and squinted her eyes.
"I think I can see his mustache." She said after a moment, then pointed at a smaller cloud that looked vaguely like a hamster. "That one is Mumbles!"
The brother nodded in agreement, then looked at his sister. "Hey sis, what are clouds made of? They look like marshmallows." The sister turned to look at him. Offering a smile, she shook her head.
"Only some clouds are made of marshmallows." She looked around, then pointed to a wispy cloud. "That one is made from cotton candy."
The brother's eyes widened. "Cotton candy? What about the clouds that make snow?" The sister's smile grew as she answered. "Vanilla ice cream! And rain clouds are made of chocolate whipped cream."
The brother licked his lips and looked up at the sky. "I wish the clouds weren't so high up."
"Don't worry, we can get some when mom goes to the store. That's where the cloud catchers send any they catch." The sister told him with a nod of her head. "They have special planes that they use. Whenever you see a plane disappear into a cloud, its the cloud catchers hunting."
The brother released a sigh. "When I grow up, I want to be a cloud catcher."
The sister laughed and gently elbowed her brother. "Then you better eat your green beans. That's one of the things cloud catchers have to do!"
The brother wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue. "Yuck!"
As the sister continued to laugh, the children heard their mother call for them from the kitchen window. They picked up their blanket and reluctantly went inside, the brother taking one last look at the sky before the back door closed.