High above the clouds by Camila D

High above the clouds, floated a tiny kingdom. The people who lived there had many parties, and everybody was invited, from the king himself to the poorest worker. Those parties happened once a month, when the moon wasn’t visible. The tradition began when, out of nowhere, a full banquet appeared in the streets of a small town on the edge of the kingdom, with soups and dishes and wine and fruits and desserts.