Always, the same past and the same present. Every day, from home to school from school to home. Nothing was ever different, until today. George turned the corner of his pretty ordinary street expecting to see his pretty ordinary school. The day had been grey and glum but now it glowed yellow. It was coming from the wall. The wall of the school, someone had painted it yellow. But that was not all, the wall had a black, colossal, graffitied gorilla as well. George stopped and stared in shock, questions running around his head, filling his mind. What? Why? How?