One afternoon in the summer I was inside drawing as usesal. But when I was getting the crayon, it was the wrong colour. I was looking for the yellow. I checked the house going up and down the stairs, I fell four times. I went to the garden nothing. Where was it. I was loosing all hope when I found a yellow crayon. YAY. I looked at the crayon it was highlight noooooooo. When I went back to my drawing the sun was already coloured. WHAT. There the crayon was on the table. Was I dreaming or what.