What might be the year's flattest beginning--""This is a story about a young man called Patrick, who set out from his house one day to buy a violin""--turns into a carnival of color when a tune from the junkman's violin transforms everything higgledy-piggledy into bright hues. But that's not all: life becomes brighter too--a multicolored tree sprouts all manner of goodies, an ailing tinker grows sturdy and fat. None of this has any excuse for being except for being in color, and the end--""They all got back to the town before dark""--is as flat as the beginning.