A LITTLE MASKIBOO STORY
The cloud with a familiar crease
Drowse Daisy offered every dreamer a cloud that seemed just right. One visitor rejected the fluffiest clouds, the widest clouds, and the ones edged in gold. Daisy finally asked about the place they liked to rest at home.
It had a little dip in the middle and a familiar crease. Daisy shaped a modest cloud to match. The visitor settled in before the stars appeared. Comfort did not always look impressive.

