George was a great talented artist. When he was a little kid, he had a great imagination that blew up like dynamite. He had been working on a drawing for hours in the basement. The drawing took George morning to night. It was amazing what he did and the drawing had lots of different stuff on it. It had windows, sale’s, rope’s and big pieces of wood and cannons.
When George started to talk about his ship that he made, the ship’s sails started to flutter as if a strong breeze blew through the room. He loved this moment seeing his creations come to life it was amazing the floor of the basement was moving the floor broke and the pitcher started to come to life, the cannon’s started to fire at a random wall George started to think that he was in the movie that he watched, the movie’s name was night at the museum it was when everything came to life whenever the moon and when it’s night not day.
He was alone in the basement for a long time just looking at his drawing moving around and he started to add a little more detail to his ship that he drew. It looked better but something was not right. The water was turning dark black like you could not see anything. The boat was sailing around trying to find its way out of there. It was not night time.
