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When the clouds hid the sun and no one could see it anymore, the old and the young, birds and animals trembled. Everyone wondered when the sun would rise, and warmth would be restored to the city? They all raced to hold the sun, but only a little child opened his sketchbook, and putting his imagination to use, drew the sun. “I have the sun,” he shouted. When the sun heard, clearing away the clouds, his rays, unintentionally, shone again. And when he saw the child’s sketch, he smiled and said, “What a smart trick! He truly held the sun.”