Looking at the sun streaming out from behind a cloud:

Wow, Mommy, that’s beautiful!!  —  I wish I was a seagull [or superhero?] and fly right into that prettiness.

And then I would stand on a cloud and I would eat the cloud.

And then I would fly away again, and I would stand on another cloud.  But I wouldn’t eat it, because it would be my favourite.

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