Morning Colors

Crayon Mother Goat stretched her arms wide as morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of Crayon Castle. The colorful walls sparkled like rainbows, with crayons of every shade built right into the stone.

"Another beautiful day in Happily Ever After Land," she said, adjusting her red cape. Her white fur gleamed as she walked to her art studio.

She picked up her favorite purple crayon from the wooden easel. "Time to create something wonderful for the village festival tomorrow."

But as she pressed the crayon to paper, something felt wrong. The purple mark began to sizzle. Tiny wisps of smoke curled up from the drawing.

"That's odd," she murmured, frowning at the paper.

She tried her yellow crayon next. The same thing happened—smoke and a strange hissing sound.

Outside her window, she could hear the Three Little Pigs arguing about construction plans, and the Three Bears discussing porridge temperatures. Everything seemed normal in the land below.

Yet her crayons were acting very strange indeed.

The Melting Touch

Crayon Mother Goat stared at the smoking paper. She needed to figure out what was wrong with her crayons before the festival tomorrow.

"I'll test them outside," she said, flying through her studio window.

She landed in the courtyard where Mama Bear was hanging laundry with her three cubs. The bear mother had thick brown fur and wore a flowered apron over her blue dress.

"Good morning, Crayon Mother Goat," Mama Bear called. "The cubs are excited about your art show tomorrow."

"About that..." Crayon Mother Goat pulled out her red crayon. "Something strange is happening."

She drew a simple heart on the stone wall. Instead of leaving a normal red mark, the crayon melted right through the stone, creating a small hole.

The three bear cubs gasped. Baby Bear pointed at the smoking hole. "It's like magic fire!"

Mama Bear stepped back, clutching her laundry basket. "That's not normal crayon behavior."

Crayon Mother Goat tried her green crayon next. It burned through a wooden fence post, leaving another smoking hole.

"This is terrible," she whispered. "If my crayons are melting everything, how can I create art? And what if someone gets hurt?"