TUSHIL IS AT THE ART GALLERY.
Last night I went to the Christchurch art gallery with my dad. One of the paintings that caught my eye was an orange sunset, between a Maori design and mountain scene.
Suddenly the orange one spoke first! I couldn’t believe my ears, I had just witnessed a painting talk!
My dad hadn’t heard it, and he just looked at me in confusion.
‘Oi! What are you staring at?’ asked the mountain.
‘They’re all so nosy in here!’ muttered the sunset.
Anxiously, I shout, ‘Dad! How are you not hearing this madness?’
‘Come on son, we should probably go home now.’
TUSHIL = YEAR 7