Elena Gets a Job

by Anani Schauermann


    Swish, swish, went Elena's paint brush. Tree after tree went on the canvas.  "There, all the trees are done, next are the children," Elena said to herself.  Just then a farmer from the neighboring town (which is ten miles away) rode down the steep, rocky trail, "Good day madam," he said. "Do you happen to know a young woman by the name of Elena Shine?""I happen to be her.'' "Well, the school of Sandville would like to offer the job of being the art teacher because some of the children have requested it,"said the farmer " I will think about it," said Elena.