" I peeked into the attic and saw twelve beautiful paintings. I knew I had found
Aunt Connie's surprise.
"Lonnie," I yelled, "please come out of your hiding place."
"Melody," Lonnie answered, "I am right beside you, and I heard that strange.
voice, too."
"Aunt Connie's paintings can talk, Lonnie."
"Paintings don't talk, Melody. Only the artist can speak."
"Yes, we can speak, Lonnie," the voice said.
"Who are you?" we chimed in chorus as we held hands and entered the
strange room.
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