Morning Rounds

Crayon Foxy Loxy stretched her arms wide as golden sunlight poured through the tall windows of Crayon Castle. The glowing blue stones of her home sparkled like jewels in the morning light. She adjusted her purple mask and smoothed her flowing red cape.

"Perfect day for helping someone," she said, gripping her giant blue crayon. The familiar weight felt good in her hands.

From her tower room, she could see all of Craft Room City spread below. Humanoid deer trotted along cobblestone paths while sheep merchants set up their stalls. A few fox children played hopscotch near the fountain.

Her stomach rumbled. Breakfast first, then adventure.

As she bounded down the spiral staircase, her glowing blue skirt swished behind her. The castle's art gallery caught her eye through an archway. Something looked different about the paintings today, but she couldn't quite place what it was.

She shrugged and headed to the kitchen instead.

The Vanishing Rainbow

Crayon Foxy Loxy grabbed a crunchy apple from the kitchen counter. The sweet juice dripped down her chin as she bit into it.

A loud crash echoed from the art gallery.

She dropped her apple and raced toward the sound. Her cape flowed behind her as she rounded the corner.

The gallery was in chaos. Every single painting hung crooked on the walls, and all the colors had vanished completely. What were once vibrant landscapes and cheerful portraits were now nothing but blank white canvases in ornate frames.

"All the colors are gone!" gasped Mrs. Woolsworth, an elderly sheep woman with curly gray hair and round spectacles. She wore a paint-splattered purple apron over her blue dress. "I was dusting the frames when suddenly every bit of color just disappeared before my eyes!"

Crayon Foxy Loxy walked closer to examine a canvas. She could see faint outlines where mountains and trees used to be painted, but everything else was completely white.

"This is impossible," she whispered. "Colors don't just vanish into thin air."

Mrs. Woolsworth wrung her hooves nervously. "What kind of thief steals colors but leaves the canvases behind?"