In the sunny art nook, Snowbell found a paintbrush tucked behind a warm jar.
He swished a blue bird onto the paper. Flap! It popped off the page.
The little bird zipped over the tiny houses, and Snowbell laughed at the bright blue streak in the air.
Snowbell painted ripe pumpkins for the gardens.
He made a striped kite for the square and a tiny bridge over a puddle path.
Happy voices filled the village. Pattering feet hurried here and there.
Snowbell grinned and painted bigger things. A fountain. A pie cart. A vine of giant flowers.
Splish! The fish slapped onto the lane.
Wobble! The pie cart rolled downhill. Honk! The flowers blocked the sunny doorways.
Snowbell dropped the brush. "Oh no," he said.
He grabbed fresh paper and painted carefully this time: a broom to sweep the fish.
Then a gentle fence to stop the cart, and neat stepping-stones to guide the flowers back.
The brush flickered like gold in the sunshine. Wheels slowed. Petals rustled. Village sounds softened again.
After that, Snowbell used the brush to make helpful things.
Paint dabs speckled Snowbell's fingers as the village turned tidy and bright.
Snowbell smiled as children sat on the bench and pointed at sunny pictures dancing on the wall.
