The Imagination Stone

Doni jumped up and ran to the back office. After a moment or two, she squealed loudly. Joe, Julie and Brett looked at each other and then ran back as well. As they crowded through the door, each one stood, mouths agape, staring in amazement. Tom’s floor was covered from wall to wall in blank paper. Blank paper was taped to the wall and ran about four feet up the side. Not a single spot was left uncovered. Piles of crayon boxes littered Tom’s desk and several piles of boxes were on the floor. Tom grabbed one box and opened it. He closed his eyes and sniffed the box. “I love that smell,” he said, eyes still closed. “I just can't get enough of it!” He opened his eyes and looked at the back of the box. “These boxes are so cool, too. They are made so that you can just keep coloring.” He turned the box around and pointed to a hole in the back, holding it up for everyone to see. “It’s got this little sharpener in the back in case your crayon gets too dull. Dull crayons are okay to color with, but the sharp ones are amazing, don’t you think so, Brett?”