Carolina hears her crayons whisper in her room, and Blue leads the others toward a hidden door in the wardrobe, where a strange glow waits behind it.
Carolina kept her crayons in a pencil case on the coffee table. Blue was her favourite. She used it for skies, oceans, and the tiny stripes on birds she made up at bedtime.
One evening, just as Carolina closed the door to her room, she froze. A whisper drifted from the table.
"Psst. Carolina."
She turned slowly. The pencil case gave a tiny wobble. Then Blue slid out first, followed by Red, Green, and Yellow. They bumped into one another, righted themselves, and lined up like they had been waiting for her all day.
"We have to show you something," Green said, spinning in a small happy circle.
"And you must keep it secret," Red added, sounding very serious for a crayon.
Carolina’s eyes grew wide. The crayons rolled together across the floor, straight toward the wardrobe.
"Come on," Yellow called. "Before it disappears!"
Carolina tiptoed after them. At the very bottom of the wardrobe, she saw a little door she had never noticed before. Blue stopped right in front of it.
"Ready?" it whispered.
Before Carolina could answer, the tiny door creaked open, and a soft, flickering glow spilled out into the dark....