Mooris closed his eyes and hung strongly his umbrella and his bags as well, meowing scared. But after a while, everithing seemed to be calmed. He opened his eyes and discovered that he was floating over the city!
-Well, well, I never went back home this way!
He quickly learned how to drive his umbrella, moving it one side or another. He gently greeted a woman that was traveling with her umbrella too and carrying a briefcase.
-You never know who can you find in the sky!
The wheather was warmer now and the sun of the afternoon shone through the last wisps of clouds. He glanced greedily a flock of birds that now were playing arround him tweeting like funny laughters. But Mooris could do nothing but move his umbrella and scare them away for a moment.
He aproached his home, taking care of the wires of the street and he finally landed softly on a windosill and opened the window. It was a pleasant journey, but very strange indeed. Now he only wanted to take a hot chocolate next to his chimmey! Text by Daniel Carvajal.
