I stumbled through the creaking maroon castle door. The way it opened I thought it was only being held up by the woodworm holding hands with each other! My friend,Mary, crashed into the door like me, but it seemed that the woodworm couldn't take it. Crash! Turning round, I saw a sight even more beautiful than a happy, gurgling baby.A white canvas propped near a rainbow of palettes,paint-pots and paint-brushes. It looked like someone bottled all the colours ever into each pot and each brush.
My mouth dried.
The sight was beautiful, enchanting.
But alive.
Alive and dangerous.