So there we were, drawing on the floor, and enjoying the air conditioning on this unseasonably scorching day in April, when I noticed a strange lump in the drawing pad.
I turned the page, and there it was, staring me in the face: an enormous mass of cat vomit.
“Aaa!” I screamed “That’s disgusting!”
Needless to say, this was not what I was expecting to find. I thought maybe there were some homeless crayons keeping warm in there. So, as you can imagine, I was in a state of pure shock.
I am still recovering from this experience. Despite the fact that I threw away the evidence, drawing will not be the same again for a while.
