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Able

Able the painter was such a great creator. He loved to dream and put it on paper. He loved it so much his house was full of it. It covered his walls, he couldn't even sit. Until one day, Telly the Witch came to visit. She made a stop at Able's since the towners suggested it. Upon her arrival she began to laugh and criticize. Jealous of his work, she placed a spell of lies. "Ugly, just hidious, the colors I cring!" I wish it all gone, for it all to singe!" What she did not realize is Able did not believe a word she would say. He knew he was able so when it went all up in flames, he continued to paint. Making Witch Telly so much enraged. To make matters worst next he painted her face. He painted her darkness in color, showing her rividly ways. She couldn't help but love it, so she ran away!

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