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Ding dong.. ding dong.. The sound of the church's bell rides on the december wind, bringing with it a single tale to this snow-covered town. In the canvas of this town, repainted a silver white, what do colors do you see? Let's take a peek. (try it! try it!)

A room. There, the flames of the hearth were crisping and crackling like the clapping of hands. Above the fireplace sat three dolls, enticed as Pietro, sitting in his wheelchair, was reading a story aloud.

Because of a sickness from birth, Pietro's body was weak and he could not play outside. The three dolls were his only friends. And so Pietro would always read them books he loved. The dolls loved his stories and always looked forward to them.

As the night weared on, the snow stopped, and the night sky spilled over with stars. As Pietro finished reading his book, he would look up at the stars and, as always, whisper the same wish. "Please make my body stronger, so that I could run around outside freely!"

On that very night, Pietro collapsed from a dreadfully high fever the likes of which he had never before had. His body grew weaker and weaker, and he could no longer read stories to the three dolls. Looking at Pietro, deep asleep, the dolls worried and worried unbearably. Then they remembred something. If they could open the door in Pietro's slumbering heart that led to fairyland, they could see what was happening there. (Let's help Pietro!!)

TO BE CONTINUED...