Story
Tell this slowly, moving the puzzle pieces as the story unfolds:
Once there was a little drop of water sleeping in a soft gray cloud. The cloud rocked gently in the sky until the little drop grew round and heavy.
Down she fell.
She landed on a leaf, slipped to a stone, and joined a tiny stream. The stream did not hurry. It knew the old path. Around the roots, between the grasses, over the pebbles, it sang its way forward.
The little drop met other drops. Together they became a brook. The brook became a river. The river carried leaves, cooled the deer, gave drink to the birds, and turned the stones smooth.
At last the river reached the wide sea. The little drop felt herself become part of something deep and blue and shining. At night, the moon looked down and made a silver road across the water.
Then the sun warmed the sea, and the little drop rose again, light as breath, back into the sky.
Water falls. Water flows. Water rests. Water returns.