It was a normal grimy day in north London and I was having a stroll in the park. Then suddenly something fell down from the sky, I hurried over to see what it was, then to my astonishment it was a teapot! Not just a normal teapot, a gigantic orange one too. I looked inside and something compelled me to go deeper in to it. Then there was a door it led in to a dark damp room someone sat there as if he was the king. He said ” what are you doing in my humble home”, I shrugged. Then he used a magical force which hurled me out of the teapot, when I got home in my diary I wrote the weirdest day of my life.