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Maya was not like the other children who spent their afternoons playing tumbang preso or chasing dragonflies by the rice paddies. Instead, Maya loved to paint. She didn't have expensive brushes or canvas. She used crushed flower petals for red, crushed leaves for green, and the blue petals of the wild ginger flower for the sky. Her "canvas" was the smooth, flat surface of the large volcanic rocks near the lake.

"Take this," the woman said. "If you paint with this, your art will not fade. But you must paint with a happy heart, or the magic will not work." bedtime stories filipino

She swept her hand across the horizon. A streak of gold followed her movement. She flicked her fingers, and tiny sparks of light danced across the violet sky. Maya was not like the other children who