Plum was a tiny turtle. Plum was purple and round. He slept in his shell.
Morning came soft and grey. The garden had no colours. No red apple. No blue sky. Plum felt worried.
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A dandelion puff sat near. It tickled his small nose. A dandelion fluff brush hid there. It was soft and magic. Plum felt glad.
He held the soft brush. Paint, paint, please, he whispered. Tap tap tap. Blue came back.
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Under the tree was shade. The shade was grey and dark. Plum felt scared. His legs went wobble. I can be brave, thought Plum. He stepped close.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. Green leaves popped out. Red apple popped out. Yellow sun popped out. Plum felt happy.
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Pink flowers winked awake. Again and again. The brush went tap. The garden was bright.
He curled in his shell. "Good night, colours," said Plum. Plum felt safe and sleepy.
