The Perfect Disaster
I was strolling down the path of my garden ready to finish the leg of my extraordinary masterpiece. It was based on a book I read called ‘Legs of the Pot’.There it was standing in front of me, I carefully positioned the ladder beside the statue and painted the last of the toe nails. When all of a sudden the red paint on the toes started to drip down the leg ‘Noo, its ruined!’I cried. I took another look at the art. It looked perfect, so I painted the other legs and in the end it looked even better.
By Ellen P
I was strolling down the path of my garden ready to finish the leg of my extraordinary masterpiece. It was based on a book I read called ‘Legs of the Pot’.There it was standing in front of me, I carefully positioned the ladder beside the statue and painted the last of the toe nails. When all of a sudden the red paint on the toes started to drip down the leg ‘Noo, its ruined!’I cried. I took another look at the art. It looked perfect, so I painted the other legs and in the end it looked even better.
By Ellen P