I entered the room with a tray of tumblers filled with whisky. The room was filled with disgusting smoke, enveloping me in a cloud. The noise was unbelievably loud like a herd of elephants. A bunch of pot bellied men were betting on a game of pool, the money growing on a small table. They were scoffing intricate delicacies crumbs spilling onto the floor and into their hairy moustaches. until their buttons looked like they were about to pop off. I placed the tray of whisky on a side table and left as silently as I had came in. As I left I looked at the massive tapestry and it was all dusty and smelt like smoke, I made a mental note to wash it tomorrow.
The next morning I opened the door of the game room and unhooked the tapestry carefully and rolled it up. I got one of the other maids to help me and we both took the tapestry downstairs to the laundry. We poured water into the massive copper tub, and placed it on a small fire to heat up. We flung some coarse flakes of smelly soap into the tub, then placed the tapestry in it. We got a couple of wooden sticks and began to stir it around. Then the water began to turn all hues of the rainbow and we realised that the tapestry was losing it colours. We instantly pulled the tapestry out of the water but the damage was done, it was a black and white tapestry now. We exchanged a fearful glance, what would the master say.
We took it to him, knelt and began to apologise sincerely he told us in a booming voice "what have you done ," I began to explain but he cut me off angrily shouting " stop trying to wheedle your way out of your punishments with feeble excuses, that is my favourite piece of artwork go and shovel all of the horse dung in the stables into the compost, while I think of a suiting punishment for you two".
We groaned, horse dung but we couldn't argue, we fetched the spades and began to shovel. Several hours later the butler came to fetch us to the master's study, we stepped hesitantly into his office, he stared for a long time with a disappointed face then he finally spoke, "your punishment is, you have to shovel the horse dung every morning for six months and in the afternoons you have to file all of the documents that are in my study cupboard." I felt rage bubbling up inside me the filing wasn’t to bad but the horse dung is a bit over the top I thought. I opened my mouth to protest, but I felt a strong hand clamp over my mouth and roughly forced me out of the office before I had a chance to say anything. I went away for a short time but began to creep back towards his office I silently slinked up to the door and quietly knocked. i opened the door to see the face of my master I began to protest the words flowing out in a torrent trying to make him see reason but he was unwavering he threatened to call the butler so I scrambled away down the corridor fearing a beating. The next morning I began to shovel finally subdued and accepting my punishment even though I thoroughly disagreed.
The next morning I opened the door of the game room and unhooked the tapestry carefully and rolled it up. I got one of the other maids to help me and we both took the tapestry downstairs to the laundry. We poured water into the massive copper tub, and placed it on a small fire to heat up. We flung some coarse flakes of smelly soap into the tub, then placed the tapestry in it. We got a couple of wooden sticks and began to stir it around. Then the water began to turn all hues of the rainbow and we realised that the tapestry was losing it colours. We instantly pulled the tapestry out of the water but the damage was done, it was a black and white tapestry now. We exchanged a fearful glance, what would the master say.
We took it to him, knelt and began to apologise sincerely he told us in a booming voice "what have you done ," I began to explain but he cut me off angrily shouting " stop trying to wheedle your way out of your punishments with feeble excuses, that is my favourite piece of artwork go and shovel all of the horse dung in the stables into the compost, while I think of a suiting punishment for you two".
We groaned, horse dung but we couldn't argue, we fetched the spades and began to shovel. Several hours later the butler came to fetch us to the master's study, we stepped hesitantly into his office, he stared for a long time with a disappointed face then he finally spoke, "your punishment is, you have to shovel the horse dung every morning for six months and in the afternoons you have to file all of the documents that are in my study cupboard." I felt rage bubbling up inside me the filing wasn’t to bad but the horse dung is a bit over the top I thought. I opened my mouth to protest, but I felt a strong hand clamp over my mouth and roughly forced me out of the office before I had a chance to say anything. I went away for a short time but began to creep back towards his office I silently slinked up to the door and quietly knocked. i opened the door to see the face of my master I began to protest the words flowing out in a torrent trying to make him see reason but he was unwavering he threatened to call the butler so I scrambled away down the corridor fearing a beating. The next morning I began to shovel finally subdued and accepting my punishment even though I thoroughly disagreed.