Morning Duties at the Mansion

Ms. Crayon Muskox stretched her sturdy frame as morning sunlight streamed through the crystal windows of her mansion. The four crayon towers gleamed like colorful beacons above Meadow Tundra Metropolis.

"Good morning, Ms. Muskox!" chirped Daisy, a sheep maid with fluffy white wool and bright amber eyes. She wore a crisp black uniform with white apron, her wool styled in neat curls around her pointed ears.

"Morning, Daisy. Everything quiet overnight?" Ms. Muskox adjusted her light blue mask and checked the crayon emblem on her supersuit.

"Mostly. Though the news mentioned something odd about the crayon factory downtown." Daisy set down a breakfast tray, her expression thoughtful. "Children complained their new crayons barely show up on paper."

Ms. Muskox frowned, her bright eyes narrowing behind the mask. She summoned her giant blue crayon, its familiar glow warming her palm. The city's art supplies were crucial for young creativity.

"I should investigate," she decided, already planning her route across the bustling metropolis below.

The Gray Fortress

Ms. Crayon Muskox soared over the busy streets of Meadow Tundra Metropolis, her cape fluttering behind her. Below, humanoid goats hurried to work while muskox families window-shopped along the sidewalks.

The crayon factory stood like a gray fortress in the industrial district. She landed softly near the entrance where a small crowd had gathered.

"My daughter's drawings look like ghost pictures!" complained a human woman holding a frustrated eight-year-old's hand.

"The new crayons barely mark the paper," added a goat father, shaking his head. "It's like they're made of air."

Ms. Muskox stepped closer to examine the crayons scattered on the ground. Children had thrown them away in frustration. She picked one up—it looked normal but felt strangely cold.

"Excuse me," she called to a jogger passing by. The human man wore bright running clothes and had sweat on his forehead. "Have you noticed anything unusual about the factory lately?"

"Yeah, weird deliveries at night," he panted, slowing his pace. "Big trucks with no company names. Real mysterious stuff."

Ms. Muskox's eyes glowed behind her mask. Something was definitely wrong here.