The Day the Crayons Came Home
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mm the day the crayons came home by Drew day walt and Oliver jeffers narrated by David. Kay Wilson. Yeah, yeah. One day Duncan and his crayons were happily coloring together when a strange stack of postcards arrived for him in the mabel, Dear Duncan. I'm not sure if you remember me. My name is maroon crayon. You only colored with me once to draw a scab but whatever. Anyway, you lost me two years ago in the couch and then your dad sat on me and broke me in Hap. Mhm. I never would have survived. Had paperclip not nursed me back to health. I'm finally better. So come get me and can paperclip come to. He's really holding me together sincerely. Your marooned crayon maroon crayon. Dear Duncan. No one Likes Peace. No one even likes the color pea green. So I'm changing my name and running away to see the world sincerely esteban. The magnificent, The Crayon formerly known as P three. Hi Duncan, it's me, neon red crayon. Remember that great vacation we had with your family. Remember how we laughed when we drew a picture of your dad's sunburn. Remember dropping me by the hotel pool when you left? Clearly you do not because I'm still here. How could you miss me Anyway. After eight months of waiting for you to come back to get me. I guess I'm walking back your left behind friend, neon red crayon Duncan Duncan. It's us. Yellow and orange. We now we used to argue about which one of us was the color of the sun. But guess what? Neither of us wants to be the color of the sun anymore. Not since we are left outside and the sun melted us together. You're now the real color of the sun hot. That's what we're sorry for arguing. You can make green the color of the sun for a week. Just bring us home. Just bring us home. You're not so sunny, friends, yellow and orange. Hey Duncan, I'm sure you don't recognize me after the horrors I've been through. I think I was paying crayon or maybe burnt Sienna. I don't know. I can't tell anymore. Have you ever been eaten by a dog and puked up on the living room rug? Because I have, I have been eaten by a dog and puked up on the living room rug. Duncan and it's not pretty. It's not pretty at all. I'm more carpet fuzz than crayon. Now, can you please bring me back your undigested girlfriend and will possibly burnt Sienna. Crown dearest Duncan. Um, could you please open the front door? I still need to see the world sincerely esteban. That magnificent ****! Thanking. Remember the last halory we told your little brother there was a coast under the basement stairs. Then we drew that scary stuff on the wall. Sure was funny when he ran screaming. Right. But it wasn't so funny when you forgot to take me out of the basement. Please come get me. I'm kind of terribly horrified. You're scared friend glow in the dark crayon. Dear Duncan. it looks like I'm almost home been through china Canada and France I think just crossing New Jersey by camel now, New Jersey has giant pyramids. Right, see you soon. Neon red crayon P. S. Next stop the North Pole. I think Duncan does PGE eat of Pirate Island ring a bell. Kind of a big pd for Captain green beard there, don't you think? And no bronze or silver in that pie hole? Huh? I told you it'd make me blunt if you colored each kind individually. But would you listen? No. I also told you those stupid crayon sharpeners never work. Did you listen to that also know Now I can't cover anything at all. Er pai to his friend. Gold crayon. Dear Duncan, I've seen the world, it is raining. I am coming back esteban. They're magnificent. Hi Duncan, You're probably wondering why my head is duck to your sock A question. I ask myself every day. Well, it's because last week you left me in your pocket and I ended up in the dryer. I landed on your sock and now he's stuck to my head. Can you please come get me also? Why does everything you wear still smell after? It's washed your stinky sake, Stuckey on the head buddy, turquoise crayon P. S sucks says, hi, dear Mr Duncan, I know I'm not your crayon. I know I belong to your baby brother, but I can't take him anymore. The last week alone. He's been in the top of my head, put me in the cat's nose drawn all over the wall and tried to color garbage with me. The worst part is he's a terrible artist. I can't tell what his drawings are. Donkeys, monkeys, donkey monkeys, Picasso said every child is an artist, but I don't know. I don't think he met your brother. Please rescue me. You're desperate friend. Big chunky toddler crayon. Duncan greetings from the amazon rainforest. Making great time. I think I'm almost home neon red crayon. Hello, Duncan. It's me. Brown crayon. You know exactly why I ran away buddy. Everyone thinks I get all the great coloring jobs. Candy bars, puppies, ponies, lucky me. Right, But they don't know what else you used me to color, do they? I didn't think so. The rest of that drawing was great. But did it really need that final Brown scribble bear goes in the woods. Come on, I'll come back please, let's just stick to candy bars. Okay? You're very embarrassed friend. Brown crayon. Duncan was sad to learn of all the crayons he lost. Forgotten, broken or neglected over the years. So he ran around gathering them up. But Duncan's crayons were also damaged and differently shaped than they used to be that they no longer fit in the box of crayons. So Duncan had an idea, he built a place where each crayon would always feel at home. Yeah