“Pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssssseeeeee, Daddy!” Pam begged her father.
“No Pam, and that’s it. We are not buying you new crayons, you have some at home,” he said impatiently.
“But Brittany broke all of them. I need new ones!”
“Pam! Enough!”
Pam sulked the rest of the day. She needed new crayons. Brittany ate her violet crayon yesterday! She couldn’t draw a rainbow without violet.
She sat on her front steps, too angry to go inside. She noticed a dandelion growing between the cracks of the walkway. She plucked it, and holding it close to her lips, she blew, wishing for new crayons.