Lost Paintings

The Thinker wasn't listening. Instead, he was inspecting the ripped painting. "It looks like someone gave you a frown," The Thinker noted.

Mona Lisa was thoughtful. She wondered why someone would make her frown.

She was thinking about that when a giant scream rose and appeared to come right through the painting they were looking at. "AUUUUUGHHHHHH!" The noise was so loud and powerful that it knocked her right over, and The Thinker stepped back from the damaged artwork, startled.

"It's coming! Oh no, it's coming! The sky is red! This is the end! AUUUUUGHHHH!"

Mona Lisa pulled herself up and smoothed her black skirt. The scream sounded familiar. She was no longer afraid - so she faced this new person boldly.

He was another painting like her and was known as the Scream. Of course, now that he had come out of his painting he was human like they were. He was just another lost painting, like they were.

She stopped the Scream, touching his right shoulder, gently. "It's not the end. It is all quite confusing, however, we will try to get back to our paintings," Mona Lisa told him.

"I don't want to go back. You don't understand. The sky is red there!" The Scream was very upset. She wondered why his painting would make him so scared. Wouldn't it be just horrible to be trapped in a painting that made you scared all of the time?