Roxanne and Lilly saves Crayonville

Roxanne and Lilly Save Crayonville

(One Crayon at a Time!)

My name is Roxanne Watson, and I live in Crayonville. You wouldn't believe it if you saw it! Our houses are made of crayons stacked like giant, colourful building blocks. The river doesn't have water; it shimmers with blue crayon wax! Even the trees have rainbow leaves that tickle you when the wind blows.

I'm six years old, and I love to play. My hair is always a bit messy, which is probably because I'm always running and exploring. I usually wear my favourite blue overalls with the funny orange patch on the knee from when I tripped chasing a rogue red crayon down Rainbow Road.

My best friend is Lilly. Lilly isn't a Crayoneer like me; she's my stuffed unicorn! I got her for my birthday. She's purple, with a sparkly little horn. She's the perfect size for fitting in my pocket, which is good because we go everywhere together.

Life in Crayonville is usually super colourful! The Blue Crayoneers, who lived near the Wax River, were always calm and peaceful. The Red Crayoneers, like my best friend Tom, were bursting with energy and loved to zoom around. The Yellow Crayoneers were always happy, giggling and telling jokes.

But lately, something strange was happening. The colours were fading! Mrs Applebaum, who lived in the Green House, noticed her garden wasn't quite as bright. Hunter's red scooter was starting to look a bit…pinkish. Even the Wax River wasn't shimmering as much as usual.

The grown-up Crayoneers were worried. They held meetings, frowning and scratching their waxy heads. "We must conserve the colour!" boomed Mr. Blue, the mayor. "Less playing in the fields of gold! Less painting with the sunset orange!"

But that wasn't any fun! How could you live in Crayonville and not use colours?

One afternoon, Lilly and I were playing near the fading Wax River. "Look, Lilly," I whispered, "the blue isn't as sparkly."

Lilly, a very smart unicorn (even if she was a bit quiet), seemed to nod. Then, I had an idea!

"Lilly," I said, grabbing my crayons from my backpack. "Maybe…maybe we can help!"

The grown-ups were so busy trying to stop the colours from being used they weren't thinking about making new ones! I started scribbling on a big piece of paper. I mixed blues and greens, yellows and oranges, reds and purples. I drew the Wax River sparkling like brand new, the trees blooming with extra rainbow leaves, and even a super-powered scooter for Hunter that was redder than red!

Other kids noticed me. Sarah, a usually very shy Pink Crayoneer, came over and started drawing alongside me. Then Tommy and some of the grown-ups joined in, hesitantly at first and with growing excitement.

Soon, we had a whole pile of colourful drawings! We stuck them on the fading houses, floated them down the dull river, and gave them to everyone to carry around.

It didn't completely fix everything; the problem was still there. But something amazing happened. Seeing all the bright colours, even in our drawings, made everyone feel…happy.

Mr. Blue smiled, a big, genuine blue smile. Mrs Applebaum started humming a cheerful tune, and Hunter's scooter seemed to regain a bit of its red zing!

I realised something important. Colour wasn't just about the crayons in our houses or the wax in the river. It was about how we felt inside. Even if things were fading, we could still make our colours with our imaginations and hearts.

The grown-ups finally realised it, too. They stopped being scared and started being creative. They organised a Colour Festival! Everyone made their colourful creations, and Crayonville began to regain its vibrancy, one drawing, one laugh, one burst of colourful imagination at a time.

Of course, Lilly and I kept drawing, making sure everyone had a little splash of colour in their lives. After all, even a tiny purple unicorn knows that the most colourful adventures sometimes start with a single crayon. And maybe, just maybe, a little bit of imagination.