The Day the Van Turned Green

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…The gnome, momentarily forgetting his dejection, peered at the van with a critical eye. "Well, I suppose the yellow does complement the purple rather nicely," he conceded. "And the green undertones are quite… vibrant." Barnaby nudged my arm. "So, we're keeping it?" I grinned. "We're keeping it. And I have a feeling this is just the beginning of our adventures." The grumpy gnome, looking surprisingly pleased with himself despite his magical failures, offered a small, almost imperceptible smile. The trail of glitter and giggles had led us not to an answer, but to a delightful, polka-dotted, purple-green mystery, and somehow, that felt like the best kind of magic of all.