I was sleeping once and saw a dream. There was a strange planet. Something magical happened there every time an artist created a new work. At the very moment the artist took his work out of his house, it became as widely known as it was talented. There was a specific law working there also: nobody was required to pay the artist while using his work in any imaginable way.
Amazed, I woke up and tossed and turned for the rest of the night, trying to grasp if there was any way for an artist to make money there? I couldn't wait to bring this up with my first graders. They do so love magic! So the next morning I asked them about it, and look at what I got.
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