The magic paintbrush

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Rose loved drawing. She was very poor and didn’t
have pens or pencils. She drew pictures in the
sand with sticks. One day, an old woman saw
Rose and said, ‘Hello! Here’s a paintbrush and
some paper for you.’
‘Thank you!’ smiled Rose. She was so happy. ‘Hmmm, what can I paint?’
she thought. She looked around and saw a duck on the pond. ‘I know! I’ll
paint a duck!’
So she did. Suddenly, the duck flew off the paper and onto the pond.
‘Wow!’ she said. ‘A magic paintbrush!’
Rose was a very kind girl and she painted pictures for everyone in her
village. She painted a cow for the farmer, pencils for the teacher and
toys for all the children.
The king heard about the magic paintbrush and sent a soldier to find
Rose. ‘Come with me,’ said the soldier. ‘The king wants you to paint
some money for him.’
‘But he’s already rich,’ said Rose. ‘I only paint to help poor people.’
But the nasty soldier took Rose to the king. ‘Paint me a tree with lots of
money on it,’ he shouted.
Rose was brave and said, ‘No!’ So the king sent her to prison. But Rose
painted a key for the door and a horse to help her escape. The king
chased after her. So she painted a big hole, and splat! The king fell in.
Today, Rose only uses her magic paintbrush to help people who really,
really need help.

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