Once upon a time, in a magical forest, there lived a griffin named Griffo with golden feathers and a lion's tail. Griffo loved to draw with his lucky blue pencil.
One sunny day, Griffo exclaimed, 'I'll draw the tallest tree!' He reached for his pencil but, oh no! It was gone. 'My pencil!' he cried, as teardrops shimmered like rainbows.
Griffo searched high and low, through bushes and below. He asked the trees, 'Have you seen my blue pencil, please?' But the trees just rustled and swayed.
Suddenly, there was a HOOT! An owl named Ollie, wise and old, perched on a branch, feathered in brown and gold. 'What’s wrong, Griffo?' Ollie cooed.
'I lost my pencil,' sniffled Griffo. 'Don't worry,' said Ollie gently, 'We'll find your pencil. How about a game of hide and seek? I'll find it quick as a wink!'
With wide eyes and wings spread, Ollie flew. 'I’ll scour the skies and glide through the blue!' Griffo started to feel hopeful, his heart began to lift.
Ollie flew over rivers, green hills, and a meadow, his eyes sharp and knowing, as swift as a shadow. 'I see something gleaming!' Ollie beamed with delight.
Ollie swooped down, landing with grace. And what was there in a sunlit place? Griffo’s blue pencil! It gleamed and it glowed.
Griffo cheered, 'Thank you, Ollie, for finding my blue pencil, so jolly!' He hugged his pencil tight and started to draw, feeling joy spread like a beautiful flaw.
Griffo drew trees, mountains, and an owl so wise. They laughed and played under the skies. 'With friends like Ollie,' thought Griffo, 'I’ll never lose my smile!'
The sun set with hues of orange and red. 'Time to rest,' Ollie wisely said. Griffo nodded, his heart feeling lighter, knowing that sometimes friends make everything brighter.
They nestled in for a cozy night, the moon above shining bright. And with his pencil back in hand, Griffo dreamed of adventures so grand.
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