“Just look at the clouds! They remind me of America,” said Zing.
“What? Why?” questioned Zang.
“Well, they all started out as one cloud, but the longer they’re up there, the more separated they are. All going off in their own directions. It’s a sad thing to see a country divided against itself.”
“Won’t the clouds re-gather at some point?”
“I don’t know. Probably not.”
“How about Americans? Won’t they find a way to live in peace with each other again?”
“Doubtful. There’s just too much hatred and anger.”