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Apr. 24th, 2012 11:15 amIt's slow work.
Wolf still can't read that great -- though he has every line of The Book of Good Farming memorized -- and his printing is better than it used to be, but still pretty sloppy. The art class he took with Miss. Charlie was a lot of fun, but he's still not very good at any of it. His drawings come out strange because he still has trouble holding the pencil and his paintings are a little better, but sometimes are just a big mess. Wolf doesn't mind, he likes doing all those things and he knows that anything worthwhile takes time.
But this is different. This is hard because he wants all the little paper animals to be just right. The book he found on the shelf has a lot of words, but the pictures are easy to follow and Wolf finds that he's good at this. Not as good as Cassie, but he's a lot better at folding the tiny pieces of paper into animal shapes than he is at painting or drawing.
Slowly, meticulously, he's mastering each fold. There have been a few mistakes, a few little animals crumpled into balls and tossed to the ground outside his hut. But he has a little collection of completed animals, ones that he's planning on giving to the people who helped him with the Box. The dog he made for Tommy is resting beside him on the table along with some of the others, but it's Tommy he sees first.
He grins, excited, and stands up from his table, bumping it with his knees. Most of the animals fall over, but he rights them again carefully as he bellows, "TOMMY!"
Wolf still can't read that great -- though he has every line of The Book of Good Farming memorized -- and his printing is better than it used to be, but still pretty sloppy. The art class he took with Miss. Charlie was a lot of fun, but he's still not very good at any of it. His drawings come out strange because he still has trouble holding the pencil and his paintings are a little better, but sometimes are just a big mess. Wolf doesn't mind, he likes doing all those things and he knows that anything worthwhile takes time.
But this is different. This is hard because he wants all the little paper animals to be just right. The book he found on the shelf has a lot of words, but the pictures are easy to follow and Wolf finds that he's good at this. Not as good as Cassie, but he's a lot better at folding the tiny pieces of paper into animal shapes than he is at painting or drawing.
Slowly, meticulously, he's mastering each fold. There have been a few mistakes, a few little animals crumpled into balls and tossed to the ground outside his hut. But he has a little collection of completed animals, ones that he's planning on giving to the people who helped him with the Box. The dog he made for Tommy is resting beside him on the table along with some of the others, but it's Tommy he sees first.
He grins, excited, and stands up from his table, bumping it with his knees. Most of the animals fall over, but he rights them again carefully as he bellows, "TOMMY!"