Thanks to Anastasia Anne Erlend Hanne Hans Richard Ingrid Amalie Kamilla Kristian Line Liv Kathrine Sofie and Øystein Without them this story could not have been Copyright 2014 by Bjorn F Rørvik and Thore Hansen First English Translation 2014 by Skyhorse Publishing Inc Original title Den lille penselen Copyright CAPPELEN DAMM AS 2011 All Rights Reserved No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without the express written consent of the publisher except in the case of brief excerpts in critical reviews or articles All inquiries should be addressed to Sky Pony Press 307 West 36th Street 11th Floor New York NY 10018 Sky Pony Press books may be purchased in bulk at special discounts for sales promotion corporate gifts fund-raising or educational purposes Special editions can also be created to specifications For details contact the Special Sales Department Sky Pony Press 307 West 36th Street 11th Floor New York NY 10018 or info skyhorsepublishing com Sky Pony is a registered trademark of Skyhorse Publishing Inc a Delaware corporation Visit our website at www skyponypress com 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Manufactured in China August 2013 This product conforms to CPSIA 2008 Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is available on file ISBN 978-1-62087-996-2
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There once was a little paintbrush who was never used He lived in a cabinet with large brushes and fine brushes The others teased the little paintbrush because he had never painted anything
I was used to paint Madonna said one of the bigger brushes The painter always chooses me He likes me best because I make such beautiful strokes We were used to paint The Sun said two others Look we still have yellow in our hair And you still have no paint on you And look at me I am so fine said a fourth I made Girls on the Bridge The little paintbrush was upset when he heard them bragging and congratulating themselves He longed to be used like the others But the big brush es always stood in front of him like a forest so when the painter opened the cabinet he never caught sight of the little paintbrush
