Painting ,frogs And Events

• Wendy Huang, Grade 6
• Short Story
• 2012

It sat there with such sadness in the frog's eyes it can't cry, I felt compassion for it but I also felt fear gripping my heart.The people talked about 'the scary frog' and there it is in front of me.I don't want to capture it and get money,no,I work as a painter.And I never 'stickybeak' into captures of wanted animals,not even once.No matter how my paintings failed again and again.I know its not pleasant and I should be seeking for another job but I can't.I failed everything else in Tafe except for painting.CROAK.CROAK.The frog brought back my attention to it, I look at the time.Eight in the morning, I don't have to go and paint today if I don't wanted to-because I'm self-employed.I still want to try my luck so I grab my easel, painting set and papers,then I left forgetting the frog until I have nothing to paint on the street.That's it!Why haven't I thought of it?!I could paint a bright and busy street in a... desert."What desert?"I asked myself."A Gobi desert!Yay!" I happily set out my things and painted quickly, this time each painting was only $50 and people suddenly turned their heads to me and bought them!I went home with $1000 but thieves confronted me on the way home."MONEY!YOU GIVE!" They said. I look at them more closely, I judged the outlines of their heads.The asylum
burglars, no wonder they can't speak the words clearly.They were clearly holding a musket and spear, I backed away and handed them $250 because they are thieves and needed to survive in the calm Australia.When they left, I called them back, rushed home and lures the poor frog out of his sleeping corner.Then I ran back to the alley and gave the Arabians their animal companion, how do I know? Arabian men always carry toads or frogs with them:for comfort and friendship.I walked back to my garret and smiled as I realized what good I donE.I counted my remaining money and walked the the estate to buy a small house.The lenient manager smiled kindly and let me off with $600 that I gave him.He motioned to me to choose any of the small cottages and I did, only that it was next to the alley where I encountered the Arabians.I was happy to say that the Arabians became best friends with me and I rented a room to them, for $5 every month.There are other events that happened with us but I don't think I should tell you because its too personal.