The painter sat in-front of all his paints and pencils, textas and crayons. But the problem was, that he didn’t know what to paint and it had started to worry him, because the king Dombom, himself had asked him to do a portrait to go in his throne room.
THE NEXT DAY…
Knock! Knock! “Come innnn,” called the painter to his mysterious visitor. “It’s locked,” replied a raspy, cold voice. “Uh,” the painter sighed. The painter left his nearly done painting of the king and went and opened the door. “Oh, it’s you grandma , I need to show you something”……
I could not add this in but really wanted to say that the painting went missing and it is all up to a few heroes to find out where it went..
Write 0.17 as a fraction.
It was late at night, around about twelve, I heard a strange noise and a rather loud click. And then the noise stopped, it was an on and off thing and it was keeping me awake so I decided to investigate. My two friends slept quietly in there beds next to mine. the dorm went quiet then I heard and extremely soft click that made me want to follow it. So I did….
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”I screamed as it chased me down the corridor. “Miss what do you think your doing out of your bed at this time?” The thing had dissapered…..
16. [Units of measurement]
How many meters in height is the Statue of Liberty (New York) if it is thirty times the height of a 154cm person?