George the Greytown Wizard
The townspeople did not care for their town and it became untidy and run down. One night all colour left the town and it turned a dreadful grey. The people called on George to bring the colour back. He tried unsuccessfully until he met Rhiannon who was a young artist. Together they solved the problem
The townspeople did not care for their town and it became untidy and run down. One night all colour left the town and it turned a dreadful grey. The people called on George to bring the colour back. He tried unsuccessfully until he met Rhiannon who was a young artist. Together they solved the problem
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The fog drifted over the owls keeping watch over Wannabe from the oak trees,
turning them to a greyer shade of grey. Then the fog settled on the green frogs
who lived in the parkʼs pond, turning them grey. The green grass around the
pond turned grey. Gradually that dark night, the fog spread all over Wannabe,
turning everything and everybody it touched to a monotonous shade of grey.
By morning there was not a sliver of colour to be found anywhere in that
miserable town.
When George awoke that morning, the first thing he remembered was the
confrontation in the street the previous day. Then he remembered the dreadful
vision he had dreamed during the night about Wannabe turning grey. He
blinked his eyes and rubbed them with his grey hand. When he was fully
awake, George looked at his hand in astonishment. He looked around his
grey bedroom. He raced to the mirror and his grey reflection stared back at
him in horror.
“Some black wizard had turned me and my house all grey,” he roared. Then
he went outside and was even more shocked to see that everything was grey.
He went for a frantic walk around town to find that every street was grey, every
tree, every blade of grass, every bird, every person and even the sky was grey.
the grey town
The Town Clerk had not noticed that everything had turned grey. He was
busy calculating how much money the new taxes imposed on the town would
raise. Suddenly his wife cried in anguish when their daughter got out of bed
that morning. “My daughterʼs beautiful red hair has turned to grey.” Then she
looked in the mirror, “My own hair has turned to grey!” She screamed and
fainted.
“Oh my goodness!” the Town Clerk said. “Perhaps the new taxes are really
too high.” Then he became deeply distressed “I canʼt see the colour of my
money,” he complained bitterly to the slumped form of his unconscious wife.
When the rest of the townspeople awoke, it was as though their worst
nightmares had come true. “Whatʼs happened to our town?” they asked each
other in bewilderment. They quickly forgot their plans for the day and joined
the gathering crowd in the grey town square.
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