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Once upon a sunny, funny day, it was the first day of school in Rainbow Bay. All the children gathered in a merry, muddly line, ready to start their school adventure, oh so fine!
There were giggles and wiggles, and quite a few squeals, as the teacher Miss Wigglebottom appeared on her wheels! With her big, bright bow and her shoes of green, she greeted the class with a shimmy and gleam.
"Welcome, my dears, to this wonderful place! It's teeming with fun, like a wild merry chase. Here we learn and grow like flowers in sun, where every small moment promises tons of fun!"
Billy Bear, shy yet bold, peeked around to see tales untold. With eyes like twinkling stars, he whispered to Lila, "I wonder if school has magic afar?"
Lila Lionheart, with her mane of curls, said, “Maybe we'll find diamonds and pearls!” She danced on her toes, a hop then a leap, dreaming of mysteries that before them lay deep.
Miss Wigglebottom clapped, “Off we go, on our school's safari show!” A parade of children, a joyful jubilee, with backpacks and crayons, full of glee!
First stop was the Library Cove, a treasure trove, with books that whispered, and tales that roved. "Listen closely," they heard, "as we open the world, full of wonders yet unfurled!"
Next was the Jungle Gym, a place to climb high, over bridges and tunnels, reaching for the sky. "Swing like monkeys and slide with grace, here bravery and laughter amaze!"
With a hop, skip, and a buzzing hum, they danced to the Music Room's booming drum. "Sing and play in harmony's tune, under the friendly light of the noon!"
By the end of the day, with big smiles and chatter, they realized school was magical, no doubt nor matter. "With friends anew, we'll conquer the day, with learning and laughter all the way!"
Miss Wigglebottom said, "As the bell rings, don’t forget, my little kings and queens, in this schoolhouse, there's magic about, every curiosity, a reason to shout!"
And so, the school was a canvas of dreams, painted by whispers, giggles, and schemes. Until tomorrow, they would wait and see, what wonders the next school day would decree!
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