Today, after I'd washed a single dish at Belle Star's diner and rearranged the plastic coffee cups in the plastic coffee cup holder, I said goodbye to Belle Star and headed home to take Warden on a walk. Warden was excited, as he usually is, and jumped up to greet me. His nose collided into mine! It hurt.
Curt. Hurt.
We went on a walk. I saw many people drawing many things like children or trees or flowers and one man was drawing a house, brick by brick, shingle by shingle! I was inspired.
When I got home, I found a pen and a piece of paper and went outside and spotted a flower that I thought was pretty. I looked at the flower. I smelled the flower. I touched the flower. I imagined that I was the flower. Then, I drew the flower. It took me two hours, but when I'd finished, I was proud that I'd drawn the flower.
Then, I drew a stick of melting butter next to the flower. To give it that Jimenez touch!
What do you think?
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