Magic Happens (continued)

Giraffes live in Africa,” Bear Four instructed.
“Real giraffes have knobby horns and eyelashes.
That’s what my brother told me. He knows about stuff.”
“Wow!” Bear Three exclaimed. “What a surprise.”
Bear Two looked at the ball of red yarn and suggested,
“We could paint the giraffe red.”
“I’ll buy a brush and paint with my allowance,” Bear One said.
“Get a big sheet of paper too,” admonished Bear Four.
“We don’t want to ruin the floor.”

They squeezed the bottle and dripped the paint on the toy.
They stroked and brushed and spread the color all over its body.
They talked and laughed and were as busy as little bears can be.
When Mother came back from the store and saw the giraffe, she smiled.
“Look up! Look at the poster on the wall. Isn’t it a beautiful blue horse?
“The painter’s name is Franz Marc. He imagined all sorts of colorful animals.
But he never painted a red giraffe. You little bears have made a piece of art.”

They jumped up and down and they shrieked with joy. Except for Bear Four.
He shook his head and mumbled, “Giraffes live in Africa. They can’t be red.
Red is not a camouflage color.
But the others were happy little artists.

“Wow! We’re famous. We are the famous painters of the Red Giraffe.”