Morning Patrol

Super Crayon stretched his waxy blue arms and adjusted his red cape. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows of his fortress, casting rainbow patterns on the walls. He loved these quiet moments before the city woke up.

"Time for patrol," he said to himself, floating toward the door.

Outside, Art Gallery Metropolis buzzed with early morning activity. Sheep hurried to work carrying briefcases, while goats set up colorful fruit stands. A group of young deer giggled and waved as he flew overhead.

"Good morning, Super Crayon!" called Maya, a cheerful sheep with curly white wool. She owned the bakery below his fortress.

He landed beside her cart, inhaling the sweet smell of fresh pastries. "Morning, Maya. Everything looks delicious."

She blushed, her cheeks turning pink. "I saved you a blueberry muffin."

As he reached for the treat, something caught his eye. The red roses in Maya's window box looked slightly faded, almost gray around the edges.

"That's odd," he murmured, examining them closer.

The Gray Morning

Super Crayon knelt beside the roses, using his X-ray vision to examine them closely. The petals weren't just faded—they were completely drained of red, leaving behind only gray husks.

"Maya, when did you water these?" he asked.

The sheep baker wiped flour from her hooves. "This morning, just like always. They were beautiful and bright red yesterday."

A shout echoed from across the street. Felix, a jogger goat with gray fur and yellow eyes, stumbled to a stop. His usual bright green running shorts had turned completely gray.

"My shorts!" Felix gasped. "They were green when I started running!"

Super Crayon flew over to examine Felix's clothing. The fabric felt normal, but every trace of green had vanished.

"This is spreading," Super Crayon muttered.

More citizens gathered around them. A deer pointed at the fruit stand where all the oranges had turned gray. A cricket musician held up his once-purple violin, now colorless.

"The whole city is losing its colors," Maya whispered.

Super Crayon's cape fluttered in the breeze as he scanned the crowd. Whatever was causing this had to be stopped before Art Gallery Metropolis became completely gray.