Sam was worried. The following morning, he would have art class. It was his favourite class, but there was a 1 . Sam saw the world differently from everybody else. When he drew, birds had different sized wings and buildings had strange shapes. Every time he painted a picture, his teachers and classmates would be 2 .
It was time for the art class. Nervously, Sam looked at the white piece of paper in front of him.
" Good morning, class. " said Mr White. " Today, we' re going to paint . . . "
Sam 3 , wondering what the next word would be. Please, he thought, " not houses, not buildings . . . "
" We' re going to paint 4 , " said Mr White, with a smile.
" Yes! Great!" said Sam 5 .
" We can' t paint that!" shouted Mike from the other side of the classroom.
" Sure, you can, " replied Mr White 6 . " Think about it, Mike. What makes you happy?"
" Umm . . . beaches, sunshine, and . . . ice-cream!" said Mike.
" Well, there you go. That' s how you paint it. Start working!" said Mr White.
Sam was already 7 . He splashed(泼洒) large amounts of paint all over the 8 . It was really beautiful! There were shapes that we didn' t have in the real world and the colors were so shining. The whole class 9 and Sam looked proud.
From that day on Sam was never 10 about art class. He knew that he could paint happiness, no matter what he painted.
