Daisy lived in Happy Valley with many other animals and birds. Because she loved colors and showed a real talent for art, she went to Nature's Art School on the hillside above Sparkling Pond. She and the other boys and girls worked hard to draw and paint beautiful pictures. Daisy's painting were filled with light and bright, pretty colors. They seemed to reflect Daisy's cheerful personality. She became very popular with others.
Then one night something terrible happened. Someone broke into the Art Room and vandalized Daisy's biggest painting. Dark, ugly paint was thrown all over the light, pretty colors. Blobs of awful red, deep green, dark brown and black dripped over it. Daisy felt terrible, as though someone had destroyed her also. She stopped painting. She even stopped talking to the others in school. After all, none of them had their painting destroyed. She didn't laugh anymore, but sat in the corner and cried. The teachers worried about her more every day. One evening, after everyone else had gone to their homes up and down Happy Valley, Daisy sat on the porch beside her painting. Every time she looked at the ugly colors, she hurt all over again. Suddenly Wise Owl drifted out the woods on silent wings. She flew up to the railing beside Daisy and looked at the ruined painting. Daisy hid her face in her hands and cried again. "My painting is ruined," she sobbed. "I can never paint again." Wise Owl clicked her beak in sympathy, then looking carefully at the painting said, "I think it can be fixed." "How?" cried Daisy. "Look at all these ugly, terrible colors." Wise Owl turned her head this way and that. Then she reached out a sharp claw and drew through a glob of deep red paint. Daisy watched, surprised out of her tears. She picked her brush and said, "Oh, I think I see what you mean." A splash of dark green became leaves under her brush, a vine trailing over a rock that grew out of a blob of black paint. Wise Owl nodded to herself as Daisy forgot her, attention focused on the painting. Daisy didn't even know when Wise Owl flew off through the evening. Several evenings later, Wise Owl flew out of the Big Woods again. This time, Daisy looked up and waved at her. "Come see what I've done," she called. Excitedly, she showed Wise Owl how she had transformed the ugly darkness into shadows, into mountains, into rocks and into logs. The bright, pretty colors showed up much brighter with the dark colors beside them. The painting was becoming clearer and more beautiful as Daisy gladly worked on it. Wise Owl nodded to Daisy. "I see you have the idea. Bad things happen to all of us. We have to decide what we will do with them. The dark colors made your painting much more interesting. It was a terrible thing to have done to you, but good has come out of it." Daisy turned back to her work, feeling better than she had in days. In the days and weeks that followed, Daisy began talking to the others. She found that terrible things had happen to many of them also. Sometimes, she sat with the others in the evenings while Wise Owl perched on the railing and talked to all of them. As time passed, Daisy's paintings became more beautiful than before. People came from miles around to look at them. Daisy told them about the terrible thing she had gone through and how it had changed her paintings. Now, they glowed with both light and dark colors. As she talked about her tragedy, Daisy helped others bring good out of bad things. Her beautiful paintings showed the lessons she had learned and were a help to all who saw them.
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Lex
2/20/2020 05:20:14 am
Never read a story like this, I love it😭
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