Everyone thought she was… but she wasn't… Many people insist that Mary is a painting. Just another magical works of Grutena, but really she's not…
A small blonde nine-year-old walked into the lovely museums that her parents often went to.
"Now, sweet-heart," began Mary's mother quietly, "you mustn't disturb the other residents."
Mary nodded, she already knew this. Every time they went somewhere, her mother would always remind her never to disturb anyone! "Yes mother." Mary said rolling her eyes unseen by her mother. Her mother nodded. Mary walked slowly away from her parents towards a tall slender grey-haired man who was painting a picture. She peeked over his shoulder to see what he was painting. He was painting a lady in a red dress. Next to this man, was a small wooden table with pictures of a lady in a blue dress, a green dress, and a yellow dress. To Mary, they all looked the same, and so she immediately thought they were all sisters.
"It's lovely, sir." Said Mary softly. The tall man turned his head to look at the young lady behind him.
"Why, thank you my dear!" he chuckled between the 'thank you' and 'why.' Mary smiled for she was at first a bit surprised of his voice. It was high for a man, but she didn'y pay attention to his voice for long, because he soon said, "My dear!- would you like me to paint a picture of you?" Mary nodded sweetly. "Well then, have a seat!" he pointed to a stool in front of him.
Mary sat down.
"Actually, would you mind standing up?" Mary agreed and stood up, folding her hands in front of her. "Good! You're doing wonderful." It took hours before he was finally done with the picture. Mary's parents had found her right after the man was done painting her. He stood and left right as her parents came around the corner.
"Enjoying it?" asked Mary's mother. Mary giggled and nodded. After that, they left the museum. And Mary nor her parents were ever seen again.