Imaginary Worlds
THE BED ARTIST
Bed man had lush green trousers and a lovely bed bored for a head. Every Saturday he wore his blue top. On Monday he loved doing art. His hair is as black as night.
Bed man was doing rt. Carefully he made a picture. At lunch time he stopped because he was as hungry as a pig. He ate as quickly as he could.
“Oh no!” Bed man screamed, “I have run out of paint,” sobbed Bed man. Carefully he moved everything. Next he had a great idea.
Quickly he ran to the shop to buy some paint. He looked carefully for paint. Then he fund the best paint ever an he went home. Before he went he bought some food.
When he arrived home he rang all of his friends. An hour later all his friends arrived. They did the best art ever and Bed man was as happy as can be.
By Tia-Rose