 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Phoebe was SO relieved that she didn't have to turn her shiny rocks back. Even though she felt icky about dooming their souls to an eternity of being transfigured into a rock, she really liked shiny rocks. She liked her bluey-purpley rock best of all, so she pocketed it instead of using it for the activity. Then she grabbed a wooden picture frame and got to work. First, she glued the feather-patterned rock in the middle to represent a bird. She made the cracked white stone into the ground, and borrowed some elongated white stones to form wings. Little yellow pebbles (also borrowed) made a beak and legs. She made her blue flat rock into the sky- the yellow one was the sun- the red one with a hole was an abstract volcano- and... there! Phoebe made a bird flying over a volcano.
She felt like an artist as she admired her own handiwork, at least until she was reminded of all the art projects they sent to her mom when she was a little kid. Her heart sunk a little. She frowned at the mosaic and pulled it closer to herself. She wanted to keep it, and she didn't want anyone else to keep it, and she didn't want to show it to anybody, and she wanted it all to herself, and- Phoebe sighed heavily, and turned her attention from her mosaic to doodling angry people in her notebook. |