I want to paint the shining stars flying in the dark blue sky as the moon is out.

I want to paint the bombs falling to try kill the mums and dads in the WW2.

I want to paint my book closing with no one touching it like the best great wind did it for me.

I want to paint my bed flying like a bird in the dark blue night sky.

I want to paint the snow slowly falling on the cold as the ice on the river.

I want to paint the WW2 bombs trying to kill the baby as the live come to an end.

I want to paint my school in the wind at night sky when everyone leaved to go home.

I want to paint the sun and moon miked up together.

I want to paint my pen slowly dying on the desk.