In the sunny bamboo grove, big sheets of paper lay on the grass. Bramboo backed up to admire a bright bamboo painting.
Then plop! One fuzzy foot landed on a friend's paper with a wet green squish. The crayon snapped. The sheet wrinkled. "Uh-oh!" said Bramboo.
The sunny grove went quiet. Bramboo stared at the smeared paper.
Bramboo grabbed a leaf and rubbed at the smudge. Scritch, scratch. The green streak spread wider across the paper like a silly bamboo mustache.
Bramboo peeked at the torn corner and whispered, "That made it worse."
Bramboo tried something else. Quick lines. Fast circles. A fix, maybe.
But the drawing turned into a crooked, wobbly mess. The paper flapped in the warm breeze. Bramboo's paw stopped in midair. "Oops. Not that either."
Bramboo took a breath and walked over to the friend.
Pointing to the smashed picture, Bramboo said, "I stepped on your drawing. I ruined it. I'm really sorry."
"Will you let me help make a new one?" asked Bramboo.
The friend spread out a fresh big sheet. Bramboo held the corners flat with two careful paws.
Crayons swished. Bamboo leaves rustled overhead. The new picture grew across the page.
Then the friend nodded and handed Bramboo a green crayon.
Bramboo smiled and drew one small bamboo stalk in the empty corner.
