Look at the given picture and frame a story using all the story elements. Also, give a suitable title to the story.
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give a suitable title and tell a story with the story with story elements
(only for sixth-grader or above)
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Art is for Everyone
Once upon a time on the island of Meddybemps, Margaret came home from school with a drawing in her hand and very big tears in her eyes. She had drawn a picture of Tippity Witchet's windmill house and a boy had made fun of it.
"He said it was awful. He said I would never be an artist." She made a very sad face.
"I'm sorry, Margaret", said her Mother. "He was wrong. This is a good drawing."
"You have to say that. You're my Mom", sniffed Margaret.
"But it is good, Sweetie", said her Mother. "Why don't we show it to Tippity Witchet and see what she thinks."
Margaret and her Mother rode their bicycles to Tippity's house to show her the drawing.Tippity Witchet looked at the picture and smiled her biggest smile. "What a lovely drawing, Margaret! You are a fine artist."
Margaret felt a little better. "It's a picture of your house," she said. "A boy at school said it was awful."
"Stuff and Nonsense!" said Tippity. "Art is art. We all see things in different ways and we all find our own ways to show people what we see. I see my house and I like the way you've drawn it."
"With lots of practice, some people develop great skill at drawing or painting, but that doesn't mean their artwork is any better than yours. Everybody is different and Art is for everybody."
"I know what. Hold hands. I'll show you what I mean." They all held hands and Tippity waved her magic wand around in the air.
In the time it takes to wink your eye, Tippity, Margaret, and her Mom disappeared from the windmill house and appeared near the fishing boats at Brightside-by-the-Sea.
Here they found a man sitting on a little bench. He was drawing a picture of two fishermen who were working on their boat.
Tippity whispered, "This is my friend, Uncle Dot. He paints lovely watercolor paintings."
Uncle Dot heard her and turned to greet them. "Hello, ladies," he said.
Tippity Witchet introduced Margaret and her Mother to Uncle Dot and showed him Margaret's drawing.
"Well, this is nice!" Uncle Dot studied the drawing and said, "I like the way you showed all the flowers in Tippity's garden, and that's a very cheerful sun in the sky. Art is such great fun, isn't it?"
Everyone agreed that it was.
"Look here," said Uncle Dot. "Why don't all of you sit down and draw or paint with me for a while? I have lots of art supplies. Use whatever you like."
Margaret's Mother said "Oh, I can't draw well at all, but the rest of you, please go ahead. I'll watch."
"Nonsense!" said Tippity as she found some colored pencils. "Of course you can. I'm going to use pencils myself. Margaret, what would you like?"
Margaret chose markers and her Mother picked out a few bits of colored chalk, something she liked to draw with when she was a child. In no time, everyone was busy drawing and painting.
People stopped by to see how they were doing and said nice things about their work. The artists listened to sounds of seagulls overhead and the creaks and thunks of the boats rocking on gentle waves. They smelled ropes and nets and fish and the sea itself. They were having a splendid time.
Later in the afternoon, the smells of suppers being cooked in nearby houses made the artists hungry so they agreed to stop for the day. They tacked their art onto an old board and stepped back to see what each other had done.
Each piece was different. Everyone had seen the same things: a boat, fishermen, the sea and sky and sun. But each person drew or painted those things in his or her own way.
"Delightful!" said Tippity. "They're all very interesting."
"This was great fun!" said Margaret's Mother.
"See? You are all artists!" said Uncle Dot.
"Yes, we are," said Margaret, proudly. She held her Mother's hand. "Yes, we are."
And so, from that day on, Margaret and her Mother enjoyed drawing and painting and all kinds of art. They didn't care if others thought their work was "good" or not because they knew that didn't matter at all.
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how did margaret feel after she heard tippity witchets words