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Artist | eleutheromania [gallery] |
Time spent | 14 minutes |
Drawing sessions | 3 |
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Wileyfangs wrote:username: Wileyfangs
name: Boo
sex: Female
kennel: 9 - 5 Kennel
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It's said that on 1800 Street, down the winding alleys and old brick housing skeleton branches scratch at the sky in the wind. In the red-blue of the dying sun on an old abandoned road there lived a family. A little boy and his mother.
The mother, Vanessa and her son, Jules were very close. A tiny family of two, they were not rich and barely not poor. Every day Vanessa would walk her son to school in a new handmade quilt and everyday that quilt would disappear. One day frustrated with her son's seemingly carelessness she snapped at the boy while making dinner.
"Why do I make you a quilt for you to lose eh?!"
Her son replied.
"They're not lost mama. But I cannot get them back."
"Well why not?! Do you not love your mama's handmade quilts? Why do you lose them so?!"
But the boy would not answer and this angered his mother. So she said, "You have better find every quilt, my son, for I refuse to make you any other until you do."
The next day was the first time she walked her son to school with not a single stitch and the poor boy was forced to shiver at her side in the chilling winds.
"Mama, please. I promise I'll find them."
But his mother wouldn't listen. The boy went to school chilled to the bone.
When he went in, Jules immediately went to find the quilts which had been in the boiler room of the school as they always were. But nestled in them was an old and dusty grey dog with white blind eyes.
"I'm sorry Senior. But I must take the quilts back."
The old dog looked up at him forlornly and the sight struck the poor boy the way the dog seemed to heft himself up on arthritis ridden bones and shaky tendons.
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