The magic paintbox
Andrew rushed towards the bus with haste. He accidentally tripped and fell over a tough little poodle. It turned its head towards Andrews’s broken, fallen body with crazy-mad blood-lust. The poodle cried out a shriek worthy a dragon and came leaping towards him for the kill. Andrew feared failure – he was NOT going to lose a battle to a little poodle. He grabbed a handful old rucola and almond pesto from the gutter. The mouldy gew hit the dog in the face. Andrew would not be made a fool of.