Rosie’s 100WC

It was a wild and windy day and it was bitterly cold. It was 12 o’clock and we were at school. I was outside creating my gorgeous piece of art. It was a painting of my grandmother.She looked wonderful, she had Silky her dog in her arms and her smile was stretched across the page. I had just finished and stepped away to look at my painting but the ferocious wind blew my easel over and it hit the ground. The paint stuck to the ground. Mr Jones made me clean up the paint. It wasn’t even my fault.  

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