It was a boring day with my grandma, the TV was boring, my grandma’s dog Jack was boring, the whole world seemed boring. Suddenly a shimmer of gold caught my eye. It was my grandma’s coal bucket, but it had black stuff in it.
I though that this black stuff was very weird. I crawled over to the bucket, my three year old legs dragging behind me.
This black stuff was big, bigger than my hand. I picked a piece up, it was cold, so I decided that I would tip this gold bucket up on its side. I did and for some strange reason the carpet went black and my hands and clothes too; as black as night.
My grandma’s dog and I had so much fun! I gave him some of the weird black stuff to play with, he wagged his tail and went out of the room. The next thing I know, my grandma comes in shouting at me for no reason!
She left the room and came back with a camera and took a photo of me and the black stuff, then she started laughing at me. Later my granddad came and he laughed too and when my mum came, the shouting and laughing was overwhelming. I didn’t understand at all, if I was good or bad.
Alice, 6S