Ada lived in a forest where raccoons kept to themselves.
Her tail shimmered with rainbow colors.
The other raccoons thought it was too much.
“Why can’t you just be like us?” they’d mutter.
Ada felt alone.
She spent long afternoons by the stream, watching her reflection ripple in the water.
One morning, she wandered past the old oak trees and met a family of squirrels. Their eyes went wide when they saw her tail.
“It’s beautiful!” they said.
For the first time, Ada felt like she belonged.
She spent her days playing with the squirrels, listening to their stories.
The squirrels had a dream. They wanted to see the world beyond the forest, but they were stuck on the ground.
“We need wings,” said Nibbles, the smallest squirrel.
Ada’s heart jumped. Maybe she could help.
She traveled through valleys and over hills until she found a man in a rainbow coat working behind a wooden desk.
“I’m the Abstractionist,” he said, looking up. “You’re here about the squirrels.”
Ada nodded.
He smiled. “The magic you seek has been following you all along.”
Ada looked back at her tail. It began to glow, each color brighter than the next. Suddenly, she wasn’t a raccoon anymore.
She was Thira, with fair skin and wings that caught the light.
Back in the forest, Thira touched each squirrel gently. Butterfly wings sprouted from their backs.
They laughed and soared between the trees.
Thira smiled as she watched her friends discover the sky.
The End.
In real life, Ada might look like this:
The Abstractionist’s Papers 