THE MAN WHO PAINTS FLOWERS
Autumn was swallowed through the dark hole. She landed with a massive thud on a small circular piece of grass. She had seemed to of landed in the middle of a fairy circle, she really wanted to get up and dance with them they seemed so warm and inviting but she remembers her cousin warning her to never join hands with a fairy if your standing in a circle made of chalk. She bolted down the lane and came to a tall step ladder. She looked up and sore a old man painting a daisy with bright yellow paint. why on earth are you painting that flower? yelled Autumn. Why painting the flower laddie I mean mam. Autumn turned around she suddenly relisted that...