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\chapter{The Painter}
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\by{Hamelin}
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The boy who wanted to be a painter stared at his canvas. His canvas
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was blank and it stared back at him. He had many other blank
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canvasses and they also stared at him. All the big squares of white
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were empty like his mind. He could think of nothing to paint onto
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the canvas. It drove him crazy. He would never be popular if he had
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nothing but blank canvasses! All of his friends told him that he
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would never be a painter. He knew he would show them.
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Since there were no ideas in his head the wannabe painter put on
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his jacket and went to the art museum. There were a lot of
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paintings at the art museum. The difference between these paintings
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and his were that these paintings existed and his didn't.
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``I wish I could paint paintings like these!'' The boy said out loud
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to no one.
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``Paintings like these huh?'' A tall shadow suddenly appeared over
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the boy's head.
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``Would you like to have paintings like these in this museum?'' The
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shadow continued.
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The boy spun around and standing there blocking light was a tall
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gentleman. He was wearing a black overcoat over a black suit. The
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gentleman smiled.
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``Yes! Yes I would! Can you help?'' The desperate wanna be painter
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clapped his hands together with joy.
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From the gentleman's overcoat the gentleman grabbed a small wooden
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box and handed it over. The box was made of dark wood and was very
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smooth.
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``Take this box home, what is in it will help you put everything
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onto your canvas.''
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``Really? Thank you sir!'' The boy jumped up and down
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with joy.
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The tall gentleman walked away without another word.
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Before he knew it the boy was home again. He locked the door and
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excitedly opened the box. Inside the box was a paintbrush. The boy
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took the paintbrush into his hand and it gave him an idea. He
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started to paint. He painted and painted. The sun went down while
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he painted, the sun came up and he was still painting. He painted
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on every single canvas in his home until he could paint no
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more.
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Days passed and no one heard anything from the painter. He didn't
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show up to school. No one saw him at the park. After a week a group
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of his friends broke into his house. They wanted to know if the boy
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was ok. What they saw when they broke down the door were hundreds
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of canvasses in an empty house. Paintings of furniture, paintings
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of household objects, paintings of carpets, paintings of his
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parents. Paintings of everything that would be in a house but none
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of those things. As they dug through house they found the painter's
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last painting sitting on his easel. It was a painting of the
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painter himself.
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Most of the paintings were put in the art museum. Everyone in the
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town was impressed by the paintings. Everyone wanted to meet the
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boy who painted all the amazing paintings. They would ask the
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museum employees about him. They would only say that no one knew
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where he was. They only found his paintings in his house.
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