The magic paint-brushIt was a paint

The magic paint-brushIt was a paint-brush. But this paint-brush could stand up and walk about. As the Professor looked at the brush, it jumped up in from of him. Now it was waving to him. The Professor thought he could hear the paint-brush saying, Look at me!Suddenly the paint-brush fell down on the table again. But it did not stay still.

The Magic Paint-Brush
It was a Paint-Brush. But this paint-brush could stand up and walk about. As the Professor looked at the brush, it jumped up in from of him. Now it was waving to him. The Professor thought he could hear the paint-brush saying, Look at me! Suddenly the paint-brush fell down on the table again. But it did not stay still.

The magic paint-brush
It was a paint-brush. But this paint-brush could stand up and walk about. As the Professor looked. At, the brush it jumped up in from of him. Now it was waving to him. The Professor thought he could hear the paint-brush. Saying Look at, me! Suddenly the paint-brush fell down on the table again. But it did not stay still.