Now a white fluffy cloud was what he wanted to be. That wish too was granted and he became a cloud, happy just to float through the blue Chinese sky. Then along came the wind. It fluttered and whirled around him and would not let him be!
“If I can’t have my peace, then I’d rather blow free,” he declared. “I want to be a fierce wind!”
The fairy listened and once more she offered help. Now he twisted and twirled. He teased branches and chased leaves. He dashed here and there until he blew against a rock that stood in his way. He blew as hard as he could, but the stone didn’t move.
“If I were a stone,” he thought, “no one would bother me. A stone is the best thing to be!”
So the fairy turned him into a big, heavy rock. He sat very still and watched time go by. Until one day a group of stone-cutters came his way. They pounded away at him - just doing their job.
“Please, fairy!” he begged. “Being a stone is not what I want after all. From now on I want to be nobody else but me.”
One last time, the stone-cutter got his wish. He picked up his hammer and went back to work under the sweltering sun.
At the end, why might the man want to be nobody else but himself? Use evidence from the text to
support your answer.