 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Hearing Heathen’s question, Claudine peeked over at his work. For a moment, she had quite forgotten that there were others at the desk with her. She didn’t think they had to use every part of the flowers but was distracted by the boy’s work, anyway. “That’s very eye catching,’’ she complimented before turning back to her own project. Now that her sketch was done, the third year began to pluck the petals, stems and leaves apart. A small chuckle escaped her as she began to stick petals to President’s tail: it was amusing to think of the kneazle made out of parts of a flower, even if it was just in a form of art work.
Claudine continued her work, using up every last bit of her flowers and everything else. The result was both weird and attractive in her opinion. Even President’s face which comprised mainly of pieces of stems. His body was was put together with pieces of leaves, his legs and peets of petals. If she ever remembered, she’d need to show the kneazle this amazing picture. |