" What the hell!" mutterd Debbie as she looked closly at the picture. "I could have sworn them girls were holding hands." Sudenly Eastenders came on, so she sat on her carmine velvet sofa and began to wach it. Half an hour later it went of, and as she was so in love with the beautiful picture that she got up and decided to admirer it some more. This time it had moved again. A tiger had creept half way into the picture. Her heart beated, although she was quiet frightend, she plucked up the corage to say to say " I'm going mad." A tear ran down her cheek.