Jessy Jazzy’s Starry Night

Jessy Jazzy loved summer nights in Chesapeake. With her brown curly afro and round eye glasses, she looked up at the stars with wonder. Jessy had a dream: to paint the perfect night sky before summer break ended. But no matter how hard she tried, her paintings never felt right. 'I need to capture the stars just right,' she told Boots, her teacup poodle.

Jessy set up her easel and paints in the backyard. As she started painting, clouds began to cover the stars. 'Oh no!' Jessy exclaimed. 'How can I paint the stars if I can't see them?' Boots barked in agreement. Jessy felt frustrated and decided to try again the next night.

The next night, Jessy tried again, but this time, her little brother came running outside. 'Jessy, come play with me!' he shouted. 'Not now, I'm painting,' Jessy replied. But her brother's shouting scared Boots, who knocked over her paints. 'Oh no, Boots!' Jessy cried. She was determined to try again.

After two failed attempts, Jessy felt like giving up. 'Maybe it's impossible to paint the perfect night sky,' she sighed. She sat on the porch with Boots, feeling defeated. 'What if I never get it right?' she wondered aloud. Boots licked her hand, trying to cheer her up.

Just then, her Grandpa came outside and sat beside her. ' - Why so glum, Jessy?' he asked. ' - I can't paint the perfect night sky,' Jessy replied. Grandpa smiled, ' - Sometimes, perfect isn't about being exact. Just paint what you feel.' Jessy felt a spark of hope. ' - I can do this,' she said.

That night, Jessy set up her easel one last time. She looked at the stars and started painting, this time focusing on how they made her feel. She painted with all her heart, capturing the magic of the night sky. ' - I did it,' she whispered to Boots. Jessy had found the courage to make her dream come true.