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Daylight bathes the airport runway as Violet sits in her light-pink airplane marked "Violet the Pilot," pushing the throttle. The plane speeds forward, wheels just lifting, Violet smiling through the cockpit window.
Violet climbed into her light pink airplane with the white stripe. The words "Violet the Pilot" sparkled on the side. She buckled her seatbelt and smiled. "Today I fly to Spain!" she said happily. The engine hummed softly. Violet pushed the throttle forward. The airplane rolled down the runway faster and faster. Soon she was flying high above the clouds. The ocean sparkled far below like a giant blue blanket.
High above the glittering midday ocean, Violet’s pink airplane glides beside white seagulls, the massive gray Rock of Gibraltar filling the horizon ahead. Violet waves through the cockpit as she lines up for a careful seaside landing.
Violet flew over the sparkling blue ocean. She saw tiny boats far below floating like toys. White seagulls flew beside her airplane. "Hello, birds!" Violet called out. The Rock of Gibraltar appeared ahead like a giant stone mountain. Violet steered her pink airplane toward it carefully. The rock grew bigger and bigger. Soon she landed smoothly at the airport. "Spain at last!" she cheered happily.
On a sunny cobblestone street in Old Town, Violet stops before the Dancing Clothes shop where Walter the penguin, in black top hat, waistcoat, and silver vest, stands by the door, one wing raised in a welcoming wave.
Violet walked through Old Town looking at pretty shops. Colorful buildings lined the cobblestone streets. She saw a special store called Dancing Clothes. Outside stood a penguin wearing a black top hat and waistcoat. He waved one wing at her. "Hello! I'm Walter," he said cheerfully. "Welcome to my store!" Violet smiled wide. "Nice to meet you, Walter!" she replied. Walter opened the door for her.
Inside the brightly lit boutique, Violet gazes at a rack of rainbow-colored dresses, her eyes fixed on a bright-pink dress patterned with white hearts while Walter points it out beside glimmering bronze castanets on a small display table.
Inside the store, Violet gasped with wonder. Dresses of every color hung on racks. Red ones, blue ones, yellow ones too! But one dress caught her eye immediately. It was bright pink with white hearts all over. "That one is perfect!" Violet said excitedly. She also found sparkly pink dancing shoes. Walter showed her bronze finger castanets that clicked. "You'll be a wonderful dancer," Walter said kindly.
In the store’s large mirror room, lit by warm overhead lamps, Violet twirls in her pink flamenco dress with white hearts, sparkly shoes flashing and bronze castanets clicking, while Walter stands behind her, clapping his wings joyfully.
Violet put on the pink flamenco dress with white hearts. She slipped on the sparkly pink shoes. Walter helped her with the bronze castanets. Violet stood before a large mirror. She twirled around and around. The dress swirled beautifully. Click-click-click went the castanets. "I look like a real flamenco dancer!" Violet giggled. Walter clapped his wings together happily. "You look wonderful!" he cheered.
At an outdoor mosaic bench in sun-drenched Park Guell, Violet sits licking a strawberry ice-cream cone, the surrounding colorful tile patterns gleaming under the bright afternoon sky while green trees and chirping birds frame the scene.
Violet flew her pink airplane to Barcelona. She landed and walked to Park Guell. The park had colorful mosaic tiles everywhere. Violet bought a strawberry ice cream cone. It was cold and sweet and delicious. She sat on a wooden bench to eat it. The sun felt warm on her face. Birds chirped in the trees nearby. "This is the best day ever," Violet said happily.
During a warm evening at Barcelona’s Fountain of Lights, multicolored spotlights illuminate soaring water jets as Violet watches, her face glowing; overhead, a very pink kite with long ribbons dances against the deepening twilight sky.
That evening, Violet visited the Fountain of Lights. Water danced high into the air. Red, blue, green, and yellow lights made rainbows. The fountains moved to pretty music. "So beautiful!" Violet whispered in wonder. She saw colorful kites flying above. One kite was very pink with long ribbons. "That pink kite looks like my airplane!" Violet said. She watched it dance in the breeze.
On Madrid’s sunny airport tarmac, Purple Squid, wearing a white-and-purple gas-station jacket, stands beside Violet’s pink airplane, multiple tentacles steadying a fuel hose as Violet watches from the open cockpit window, bright midday light glinting off the metal.
Violet flew her pink airplane to Madrid. She landed at the airport carefully. A giant purple squid waved at her. He wore a white and purple gas station jacket. "Hello! I'm Purple Squid," he said cheerfully. "Need fuel?" Violet nodded yes. Purple Squid pumped fuel into her airplane with his long tentacles. "All done!" he said. "Thank you so much!" Violet replied. Her airplane was ready to go again.
In the bustling Puerta del Sol plaza under clear afternoon light, Violet stands on the patterned stone ground while Antonine—a tall white polar bear in blue top hat and waistcoat—bows politely toward her, inviting a joyful dance.
Violet walked to Puerta del Sol in Madrid. The plaza was full of happy people. Suddenly she saw a tall white polar bear. He wore a blue top hat and waistcoat. "Hello! I'm Antonine," he said with a bow. "I love to dance!" Violet clapped her hands excitedly. "I just got a flamenco dress!" she said. Antonine smiled wide. "Would you like to dance with me?" he asked.
Inside a cozy evening tapas bar lit by amber lanterns, Violet, wearing her pink flamenco dress and sparkly shoes, clicks bronze castanets while Antonine twirls her beside a guitarist strumming passionately, surrounding patrons clapping in cheerful circles.
Violet and Antonine went to a Spanish Tapas Bar. A guitarist played beautiful flamenco music. Violet wore her pink dress with white hearts. Her sparkly shoes shined bright. She clicked her bronze castanets. Click-click-click! Antonine twirled her around gracefully. They danced and danced together. People clapped and cheered for them. "You're a wonderful dancer!" Antonine said. Violet beamed with joy.
Morning sunlight streams into the airport hangar as Violet, seated in the cockpit of her pink airplane, waves through the window, while Antonine stands on the concrete below, blue top hat raised high in a fond farewell.
Morning came and Violet returned to the airport. Antonine walked with her to the hangar. Violet climbed into her pink airplane. She waved from the window. "Goodbye, Antonine! Thank you for dancing!" she called. Antonine waved his paw high. "Goodbye, Violet! Come back soon!" he replied. The engine started with a soft hum. Violet's airplane rolled forward. Soon she was flying home over the sea.
In her softly lit bedroom, early morning sunshine pours through the window onto Violet’s bed as she sits up smiling, miniature model of her light-pink airplane resting on the bedside table beside rumpled blankets.
Violet flew above the sparkling sea near Spain's coast. She saw distant boats in the blue water below. The sky turned pink and orange. Her airplane hummed a gentle song. Violet felt sleepy and happy. Suddenly she opened her eyes. She was in her own bed at home! The morning sun peeked through her window. "What a wonderful dream!" Violet whispered. She smiled, already dreaming of her next adventure.