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Cloudy the Bunny and the Rainbow Bridge 🐰
This picture book was created to help children gently process family transitions — like divorce, separation, or having two mes.
Rather than telling children what to feel, it lets them feel seen.
Cloudy the Bunny shows that home isn't a single place — it's where love lives.
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Page 1: The Little Village in the Clouds ☁️
High up in a fluffy sky village, lived a soft, white bunny named Cloudy.🐇
Cloudy lived with Mom Cloud and Dad Cloud,
and every day felt like a cozy blanket wrapped around him.
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Page 2: The News That ChangedEverything🍭
One day, Mom Cloud and Dad Cloud gently said,
"From now on... Mom will live in one cloud village, and Dad in another."
Cloudy didn’t say a word.
He didn’t fully understand what it meant,
but something inside him felt strange and wobbly.
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Page 3: A Bunny Between Two Homes
From that day on,
Cloudy started moving from one home to another.
He would sleep in Mom Cloud's village,
and play in Dad Cloud's village,
then go back again...
At first, it felt new and kind of fun.
But slowly, Cloudy started to feel dizzy.
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Page 4: Where Should I Put This?
Cloudy held his favorite hairbrush from Mom,
and a little note from Dad.
"Where should I keep these,
so I don’t lose them...?"
He looked around both houses. "Which one... is my real home?"
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Page 5: Tears in the Clouds
Cloudy sat quietly between two big clouds.
He wrapped his arms around his knees,
and tucked his face in.
Then slowly... drip, drop... He cried for the very first time.
In that quiet space where no one could see,
Cloudy let his tears fall.
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Page 6: A Rainbow Begins to Bloom
As his tears touched the cloud,
a gentle glow began to rise from his feet.
Cloudy opened his eyes wide. Colors were spreading softly all around him.
A rainbow was blooming.
Quietly. Kindly. Just for him.
It felt like a warm hug made of light.
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Page 7: The Rainbow's Message
The rainbow didn’t speak with words,
but Cloudy could feel what it wanted to say:
"A home doesn’t have to be just one place.
Anywhere you leave your love...
can become your home."
Cloudy blinked slowly.
A little sparkle returned to his eyes.
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Page 8: Leaving Pieces of the Rainbow
After that day,
Cloudy began leaving little pieces of the rainbow behind.
A bit by the bed,
a tiny piece on the dinner table,
one near the toy box...
Wherever a piece stayed,
it began to feel more like home.
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Page 9: Hopping Along the Rainbow Path
Soon, the rainbow pieces connected into a path
that stretched from Mom Cloud’s home to Dad Cloud’s.
Cloudy hopped along the path,
light on his feet, joy in his heart.
The rainbow carried his laughter,
and all his memories along with it.
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Page 10: Asleep Inside the Rainbow
That night, Cloudy didn’t fall asleep in just one house.
He curled up right inside his rainbow.
In his dream, he whispered:
"My mom and dad live apart,
but my heart can feel warm anywhere.
Because when I love a place...
it becomes my home too."
And that night,
Cloudy's rainbow path
glowed a little brighter than ever before.
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The End.
🏰 This is the very first picture book I’ve ever created.
All copyrights belong to *Alaris*,
and this story was written and illustrated with deep love and care.
**Please do not copy, repost, or redistribute this content without permission.**
I kindly ask that you respect the heart and effort behind this work.
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and you would like to **receive a printed version**
or **help it become a real book someday**,
please feel free to leave a comment below.
Your support could truly mean the world —
and might be the beginning of something beautiful.
Thank you so much for reading.