In+the+museum

= **In the museum** =

== One cloudy day I walked the way to the art museum. This museum had a rumor, that was, the museum changed a person into a painting and a person who entered the museum would never return! So I was interested to discover the truth. Moreover I was really free and bored. == == The museum stood in the woods where sunlight didn’t reach it. I thought it no wonder that such a rumor was spread. At the entrance of the museum there was a man. He was very tall and looked 40 or 50 years old. == == “Welcome to the museum.”　 He said. He seemed to be a person working there. ==

“I see. Thank you.” I replied.
== Though this was private, there was large space and several exhibition areas. A lot of paintings were displayed, but strangely enough, they were only portraits. I wondered why. == == “Do you think it strange that there are only paintings whose theme are humans? That is the owner’s taste.” The man explained. I turned around quickly. I was very surprised to see him behind. ==

“That’s a good question, but honestly, I don’t know.” He answered.
== After a short while, I went through the last large area. Though the man was eccentric, I liked the museum. ==

== A few weeks later I visit the museum again. Around the museum, I realize that the person who is walking in front of me is the shop assistant of the supermarket near my house. I see him almost every day and sometimes we talk. At the entrance of the museum, we exchange greetings. He says that he often comes there when he is free. The mysterious man stands as he did a few weeks ago. ==

“Welcome to the museum." He says the same words as he did.
== In the museum the supermarket guy and I watch paintings together for a short while, but my acquaintance walks behind my back before I realize. I walk a little, and in the last large area I find the eccentric man removing a painting. ==

“But…… ”
== “Thank you for coming.” He gives me a cold reply. I can’t carry on the conversation any more. == == I remember the rumor of the museum on my way home. If the rumor is true and the shop assistant is changed into a painting which is displayed on the last wall. What shall I do? However after I consider again, I smile. It’s nonsense! I think this is a funny joke. I am glad that I can talk about my strange experiences in the museum with my family. I walk home with expectation to amuse them. == == A few days have passed since I visited the museum, but strangely enough, I still don’t see the guy at the supermarket. ==