Their house was just at the end of main street which went through the centre of town. It was a big, old house. Nicnac thought it was ugly. It had two pillars in the front and was three stories high. The house was made of stone and wood. His mom had told him it was 100 years old, but it looked older. "Nicnac, go find your room and start putting your things away" called Nicnac's mom. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold your horses" replied Nicnac. He went to the truck, grabbed a box and went inside. At the end of the hall was a long, wide staircase and above him was a huge chandelier. He walked up the staircase and when he got to the top he looked around for the stairs to get to the top floor.

     He found the stairs and walked up. The top floor was an attic. He decided it was his room and he put down the box and ran down stairs. "Mom, I found my room" "That's nice dear. Which one is it?" "The attic on the third floor." "I figured you would want it. But you have to paint it yourself" "Yeah, OK" and he started bringing his stuff up to his room. When all his stuff was in his room, he started to unpack and put everything away. There was an old wardrobe there which he decided to keep. He opened it and inside was a big, gold, oval mirror. The frame of the mirror was a dragon. He decided to keep it and picked it up to hang on the wall.

     Hours had passed and his room was almost done. He didn't want to put anything on the wall until he painted it. It was late and he was tired so he went to sleep early.