Page 7 - Sad White Ball

Another day passed and the ball was still in

the shop. It rolled down from the shelf right

to the box with fruit again.

“Could you colour me blue, BLUEBERRY?”

asked the ball.

“OK, but I am small. I can only give you a

small drop of my colour,” said Blueberry.

And it splashed a drop of its colour on the

ball. THE THIRD stripe became BLUE.

“THANK YOU, Blueberry,” said the ball.