Percy sat down on a nearby log and sighed. This painting day was not going as he had planned.
Ms. Pinky hopped over to see Percy. She had been sunning herself on a nearby lily pad.
“I would love to know what you are painting,” she said. “How are things going?”
“Not so great today, Pinky. Painting the lilies is making me cranky. The sun changed the colors of everything and made me very hot! The reflections in the water change constantly because of the light and the wind. I can’t make this picture look the way I want. And now the wind has blown my painting onto the ground!”
“That does sound frustrating,” Pinky said.
They sat for a while, gazing at the pond and the lilies.
“You know,” said Pinky, “When I get stuck, I usually ask for help. Can anyone help you with your questions about colors and light?”
Percy thought for a moment, and then he smiled.
“Of course! I do know someone who can help!” he said excitedly. “Thank you, Pinky!”
Percy grabbed his painting and headed down the path around the pond, through the garden, and to the log cabin where Ms. Melly lived. He scurried onto the porch and around the front where her studio was. He scratched the window to see if she was home. After a few moments, the curtain pulled to the side. Ms. Melly smiled at him and slowly opened the window.
“Hello, friend.” She giggled and held out her hand to give him a ride inside.
Percy loved visiting Ms. Melly’s studio. There were colorful paintbrushes of many different shapes and sizes. Percy loved to crawl between the colored pencils and tubes of paint. And, of course, he always climbed around looking at the giant canvases filled with birds, trees, and many other things that she had been painting in the forest.