'Boo hoo,' Number Eight sobbed. ‘I fell and hurt my side, and now I'm late for class. Today the children are learning about the number eight: if I don't get there on time, they'll learn nothing.'
‘Let's float to your class together. Children can make the number eight from two oval-shaped clouds,' two passing clouds said.
 ‘No, you're too big,' Number Eight objected. ‘You won't fit in the classroom.'
‘Maybe I can fly to school on my web and take your place.
I look like a little number eight, and I have eight legs,'
a spider squeaked.
'No, you're too tiny, and the wind might blow your web in the wrong direction,' Number Eight replied sadly.
Then a little boy rode down the path on a bicycle. He suggested: ‘Number Eight, my bicycle look ...
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