Today, I have been reading “The Great Blueness” by Arnold Lobel.
At the start, there were no colours in the world at all, because everything was black or white or grey. A wizard lived there, and he was very sad.
He knew was something was not good, so he made a colour called blue, but that made everybody sad.
Then he made the colour yellow, but that was too bright. Everyone had a headache.
Then he made red, but that made everyone cross and bad-tempered.
Then the wizard made all the colours you could possibly imagine, and then the world was all colourful, and everyone liked it.
I like this book because it has lots of colours in it.
[Daddy writes: The book must be at least 35 years old, since it was mine when I was Pippy's age, and "grannie and grandad" recently passed it over to Mary and I for our children.]
