Challenge 1: Clouds

Nine-year-old Edward Elric glared at the sky. "I don't see anything."

His little brother, Alphonse, nudged him lightly in the ribs. "You just need a little imagination," he said plaintively. "Like, don't you think that one up there looks like an alchemic pentagon?"

"Looks like an alchemic blob to me," said Ed grumpily.

The girl on Ed's other side pinched him in the arm. "Don't be a spoilsport," Winry told him, ignoring his 'ow!' "I mean, that cloud to the left looks just like a spanner, don't you think? And that one Is exactly like a P-96.5 customized automatic-fit wrench! And that one—"

"They. All. Look. Like. Clouds," Ed insisted, cutting off Winry's fanatic babble.

"Oh, come on, Brother. There has to be something that one of the clouds reminds you of."

"Hmm…" Ed tilted his head thoughtfully, and then pointed upwards with one of the hands that had previously been pillowing his head. "Well, that one sort of looks like Al's head."

"Huh? It does not!"

"Does too. Don't you think, Winry?"

"Umm…I guess it could look like a head…"

"See?"

"'See' what? She just said it looked like a head. Maybe it's your head!"

"Nu-uh, it's your head."

"Your head!"

"Your head!"

"Your head!"

"You know, it does kind of look like Ed's head," Winry interjected speculatively.

"Hah! So there!"

"Wha—it does not!"

"Does too. It even has your antenna. Right Winry?"

"Yeah, it does," the girl admitted.

"Hmph. Well, that itsy-bitsy teeny-weeny one looks like both of your brains. Put together!"

"You are so immature, Brother," Al sighed.

"Shut up! Children should respect their elders!"

"…."

"…."

"…."

"That really, really short one down there looks like Ed's temper," Winry declared at last. Al laughed.

"I said shut up!"