“I want a change,” said one of the drops of water in a river.
“So do I,” said a drop from a nearby lake.
“I want to be up in the air for a while,” said a brook.
“I want to see what the world looks like from above,” said a little stream.
Far away, the great ocean heard them murmuring. Its voice rolled back, deep and vast:

“Come then. One, two, three — all together — go!”
And up they rose, the drops from the river and the lake and the brook and the stream, rising and spreading into the air. And a great gray fog settled over everything.
