The littlest angel has been very naughty. He knocked over the golden candlesticks, lost his halo, and pulled out an eagle's tail feathers in passing. He even tripped the mighty angel Gabriel, who fell end over tea kettle, to land head first in the great river flowing from the golden throne. So now the small, wayward one has been sent to bed early.
Can you find him?
When people study this "Cloud Painting," they often see many different things. One young boy saw a bearded man, other folks have pointed out various children's faces, and one lady saw, of all things, a mouse! What do you see? Can you find him? I'm sure he must have a sprinkling of freckles across his nose. There is something about that pouty little-boy face, which would tug at any Mom's heartstrings.