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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Next he put all his notes up on the wall. They really didnʼt make much sense.
Then one night he dreamed that he was playing with a vast jigsaw puzzle.
He spent all night arranging and rearranging the pieces. The next morning
as he was sipping his coffee, he looked at his twenty pieces of paper on the
wall pinned on the wall. “Jigsaw!” flashed through his mind and he started to
rearrange the pieces of paper.
He rearranged his notes every morning for a week before it began to make
some sort of sense. What emerged from the jumble of words was the names of
all the colours of the rainbow. There was red, green, blue, purple, chartreuse,
indigo, ultramarine and all the colours in between with even more exotic names.
But even then much information was still missing. George told himself that
“The missing bits must come from my experiences and experiments,” and as
events were to prove, he was right.
the deep sleep
Every day, as Rhiannon drew, Wannabe sparkled with all the colours of
the rainbow. The people were overjoyed. Somehow, the music did not quite
compensate for the disappearance of colours from their lives. They even
managed to find the money to buy pots of paint to paint their old houses in
the bright colours so loved by their parents and grandparents.
But every night the colours disappeared when Rhiannon slowed in her drawing
and went to bed for the night. But the greyness of the nights really didnʼt matter,
as people were not used to seeing very much in the dark, especially colours.
Then one afternoon, Rhiannon grew really tired and fell into a deep sleep,
her head resting on her drawings. She didn’t even wake up when her father
carried her to bed. She slept heavily and dreamed that the queen of colour
woke her up and crowned her the princess of colour. Then she slept through
the next day. She continued sleeping and nobody could wake her up, no matter
how much noise they made.
Rhiannonʼs parents were frantic. Her mother said to her father, “What are we
to do? The child wonʼt wake up. I knew we shouldnʼt let her work so hard.
The people of the town have demanded too much. I should have insisted that
she take more rest.”
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