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!
’
Ro
se 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 bra
ve 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.