The princess spun in her dress, giggling as the white cotton fabric swung droplets onto her face. She stopped twirling - teetered, looking out at the endless stretch of blue. She had never realized that the sky was made of water or that it loved the land so much. Again and again and again she watched as the water sky crashed kisses onto the sandy beach. Its kisses tickled her ankles as she squished the wet sand between her toes. She knelt down to kiss the sand, but the jealous sky crashed into her open eyes and startled her upright. "Poor sky," she thought, "I've watched it kiss the land all morning, and not once has the land kissed it back." The princess knelt again and kissed the sky's edge, and the sky kissed her back. She felt it slobber all over her face which scrunched as she thought of pretzels and salted apple slices.
