Kudrya & Toucan
Kudrya Kudrya
Toucan Toucan
Kudrya Kudrya
Hey Toucan, I had a dream last night about a city made of clouds where every story you tell changes the weather. If we could visit that place, what would you do first?
Toucan Toucan
Whoa, a cloud city! First thing I’d do is grab a kite—literally, because if every tale tweaks the weather, I’ll weave a storm of my own with a giant, giggling kite and watch the skies dance to my rhythm. Let's turn that dream into a weather report!
Kudrya Kudrya
That sounds like a perfect kite‑storm! Just imagine the kite twirling so fast that the clouds smile and swirl into a sunrise of colors—our little weather report written in wind. Let’s grab a kite, set it free, and see where the sky takes us.
Toucan Toucan
That sunrise kite‑sunrise is exactly the kind of chaos I crave—let’s launch it and let the clouds do the rest!