Mira twirled through the lively town. “What if everyone were exactly the same?” she wondered.
At once, every hat turned blue. Every voice said, “Hello!” in the same way.
Every foot marched—tap, tap, tap. Mira watched the whole street move in one rhythm.
At the market, Mira found the craft table empty. Everyone folded the same square paper.
No one could make a new shape. Paper scraps fluttered like tiny snowflakes.
Mira brought a red crayon and drew a zigzag sun. The townspeople copied it exactly.
Soon, every sun looked alike. The town grew quiet without new songs, games, or ideas.
Mira climbed onto the fountain and held up a wild picture. It swirled with spots, stripes, and a purple sun.
Pop! The picture sprang from the page and painted the fountain purple. “SPLOOSH!”
Mira invited everyone to add one different mark, sound, or step. The first hat wobbled.
Voices squeaked and boomed. Feet skipped, stomped, and spun while bright pictures filled the square.
Mira smiled among the dancing feet. Tap, stomp, skip—every step made the town brighter.