help craft one. Here’s how it might go:
Mr. Jenks walked around the classroom, observing the flurry of activity. He paused behind Jody, whose canvas was a riot of color and fantasy. “What do we have here, Jody?” he asked with a smile.
Jody looked up, her nose still bearing a smudge of blue paint. “It’s a parade,” she explained, “a parade of dreams where every creature is welcome.”
Mr. Jenks chuckled. “A parade of dreams, eh? And what does Jim the genie think of this parade?”
At that moment, Jim, who had been quietly observing from the corner, spoke up. “I think it’s brilliant! Each brushstroke carries a wish, and each wish brings joy to the world.”
The class fell silent for a moment, contemplating Jim’s words. Then, with renewed vigor, they returned to their creations, each child weaving their own dreams into the tape Jody i wish the sports day was cancelled Jim the genie said