UnderWoman™ decides that it’s best to proceed along “dessine-moi un mouton” lines.
On a typical day in the park, armed with all the tools of her trade and a few work-for-hire forms, she will beseech strangers to draw their views of she and her entourage.
Her first day out proves to be eventful:
Brisk-It, her Attention Deficit Disorder dog, runs off in all directions.
Pig-It, who has three legs, hops and limps along in sporadic bursts.
And Risk-It faints whenever excited or scared…which is always.
The progress seems slow. No people have been approached. No portraits have been drawn.
Risk-It faints yet again in the enthusiasm of entering Sheep’s Meadow...when the man from mysasthenia gravis night out comes running over, enthusiastic but a little "off."
It is as if they have not missed a beat, as if it has not been weeks since their one, last, strange, chance encounter.
He bends over Brisk-It as if to perform mouth to mouth:
“You didn’t tell me you had a myotonic goat!” he exclaims.
“And you, Good Sir, didn’t even tell me your name. But I was hoping we would meet again....”
And then, as she leans in towards goat and man, she smells something strange…..
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