Morning Discoveries

Crayon Mother Sheep stretched her fluffy white arms in the morning sunlight streaming through her mansion's tall windows. Her blue-and-black supersuit had transformed into a cozy purple housecoat during the night, and she yawned contentedly.

"Another beautiful Saturday in Art Gallery Forest," she murmured, padding toward the kitchen in her fuzzy slippers.

Through the window, she spotted her neighbor Pencil Pete the pig watering his garden. His usual bright pink skin looked oddly pale in the morning light.

"Pete!" she called, waving. "Your roses are looking lovely!"

Pete looked up with a confused expression. "What roses? I only see gray bushes."

Crayon Mother Sheep blinked in surprise. Pete's garden had always been bursting with red, yellow, and orange blooms. She pressed her nose against the glass for a better look.

The flowers were completely gray.

Her heart skipped a beat as she noticed something else troubling—Pete's vibrant pink skin had faded to a dull, ashy color.

The Morning Mail Mystery

Crayon Mother Sheep rushed outside, her purple housecoat fluttering behind her. She knelt beside Pete's garden and touched one of the gray roses with her fluffy white finger.

"Pete, when did this happen?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

The pig scratched his head with a confused expression. "I don't know what you mean. They've always been gray."

A loud crash interrupted their conversation. Across the street, Mail Carrier Otter was stumbling around his delivery truck, dropping packages everywhere. His usual brown fur had turned a sickly pale color.

"My boxes!" he called out in panic. "I can't see the addresses anymore! Everything looks the same!"

Crayon Mother Sheep hurried over to help. She picked up a fallen package and gasped. The colorful stamps and bright address labels had all faded to gray.

"Otter, look at me," she said gently. "What color is my housecoat?"

He squinted at her with worried eyes. "Gray? Like everything else?"

Crayon Mother Sheep's heart sank. Her purple housecoat was definitely not gray, but somehow her neighbors couldn't see any colors at all. Something terrible was happening to Art Gallery Forest.