National Handwriting Day: Sahil

I was walking down the street with my painting I just made. I liked it a lot. I dropped it off at my house. The paint was still wet. It was red. I went and ate lunch at a restaurant. When I came home, the painting was gone. By the way, my name is James.

I searched everywhere. I couldn't find it. I looked under the bed. I looked in the closet twice. I began to get very worried. Then I remembered that my friend Jack sometimes takes my paintings to study. He has the key to my house.

"Maybe he took it to study," I said to myself. I went to his house.


Jack was in bed. I asked him if he had my painting. He said no.

"I've had malaria for three days. I can't even get out of bed."

I thanked him and left.

I went home. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, I remembered my little brother, John. John was at the shed which he called his "secret workshop". He loves to paint. But he only uses blue. I went to the shed. I saw many paintings. But something was weird. One was purple.

Then I understood. John took my red painting while it was still wet. Then he painted over it with blue. Red + blue makes purple, so that explained the purple painting on the wall. I got very mad at him and put him in time-out. Now I will put my paintings somewhere else rather than leaving them on my desk.

The End