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So Natasha began to write about the sunset. She described the orange

and pink clouds. She wrote about the distant hills, the trees, the river, the

garden and the birds flying past the window.
As Natasha continued writing, she forgot all about the composition.

Soon her mother came up to her and asked. ‘‘Are you done? Have you finished

it? Let’s read your composition.’’ ‘‘Composition!’’ exclaimed Natasha. ‘‘You

told me not to think about
my composition. I just had

a nice time writing about

what I could see from the
window. I’ll read out what I

wrote.’’

So Natasha began reading :
‘‘I am sitting near the

window and I can smell

the sweet flowers in the
garden. The sky is all bright

with sunset. I can see

purple, pink and golden
colours in the sky. I do not

think that anyone on earth

has a paintbox with such

lovely colours in it.
There is one cloud above

the rest, which looks like a ship sailing in the blue sea. I would like to sail

on a cloud.

The green hills look as if they are wearing golden crowns. I can see a river
far away. It seems quite still, although I know it is running as fast as it can,

to get to the ocean.

distant — far away

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