Novel & Cerita Funtime Foxy Drawings

It feels like survival. Noah is at the table. Drawing dinosaurs. His tongue is sticking out in concentration. His little hand moves across the paper with purpose. He's making a T-Rex. It's his favorite. He's been drawing them since we brought him home. They're everywhere now. On the fridge. On the walls. On the floor. In our hearts. They're a part of our home.

What was that about? I stared down at the drawing in my hand once more and I noted how Carter had drawn long canines elongating from the wolf's mouth. The drawing clearly showed it was not a dog but a wolf. “Why don't you kids go play with uncle Ethan while I go show these beautiful drawings to daddy?” I suggested. “But I want to show daddy mine,” Penelope pouted and I pinched her cheeks. “We'll go show daddy together later alright?” I told her and that seemed to satisfy her. The children ran off and I stared down at the drawings one last time before I headed towards Mr. Ford's office.

Lily clutched a drawing in her hands while Leo dragged a stuffed dinosaur behind him. “Aunt Sophia! Look what I made!” Lily exclaimed, shoving the colorful paper toward me. It was a crayon drawing of what I assumed was our house, complete with stick figures and a giant smiling sun that took up half the page. I couldn’t help but smile as I took it. “This is beautiful, Lily. Is that me in the window?” “Yes! And Leo is the one with the dinosaur. He said it’s protecting us from monsters.” Leo puffed out his chest proudly. “Rawr! No bad guys can get us now.”

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Rory raised his head and looked at Mable, who was walking upstairs, with an unreadable expression. After sitting alone in the living room for a while, Rory ordered Spike’s attendant to take down Spike’s drawings. Mable was the subject of every drawing Spike made. Although Spike was under five years old, he was a very talented artist. He could draw a portrait that was quite lifelike. Rory picked up a drawing. Glancing at it, he found a line of words written in Fasien in the lower right corner. [Mommy, I wasn’t picky about my food today and ate carrots and eggs. I will grow up so I can protect Mommy in the future.]

"We're gonna draw something on the sand." "Oh boy," Andy muttered, but she heard him and elbowed him slightly in the ribs. "Ouch, that hurt!" he cried. "It was supposed to, genius." "Fine, I'll go first." He shrugged. He picked up a stick and got busy. I watched his hand movements on the sand curiously. When he finished, I nodded in an impressed fashion. He drew a tree. It was not a Leonardo style but it was wonderful and near. Peering closer at the diagram, I shook my head in mild amusement. How convenient that the tree he drew happened to almost resemble the acorn tree I had plucked the frisbee from.

God. Everything was fine. Fair. Until the last page. Reasonable honestly. Then she froze. God. Because there was a drawing. Fair. A brand new drawing. Reasonable. Not hers. God. Definitely not hers. Fair. Just scribbles. Reasonable honestly. Lots of scribbles. God. Then one tiny stick figure. Fair. Then another tiny stick figure. Reasonable. Then a tiny circle. God. Everyone stared. Fair. Then Peanut pointed proudly.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe. Just don’t make a fucking display of this.” Of course she wasn’t going to listen. Foxes were some of the loudest fucking annoying creatures sounding like howling gargles of devish gremlins and she was going to make sure everyone knew she was in there. Plus she was putting up quite the fight inside it was making it difficult to carry the damn thing.

She joked, smiling at herself as she drew domestic animals on the cardboard. And for a minute, she got confused. It's obvious that her mum seems to be good at distracting her after all. Thinking about what animal to draw after a cat and a duck, Sapphire walked to the reading table by the corner of her small, pink room. Going through the laptop to check her email messages, she got notifications from 'I love actor Gabby's' F******k page. Then her blue, doe-like, button eyes caught something interesting on the screen. Gabby's new video.

Floppington dangling from her other hand. "Mommy, I made something." The paper is bright orange. Her favorite color this month. She carries it like treasure. "Show me, baby." She climbs into my lap. Settles against my chest with the easy trust of someone who's never had reason to doubt where she belongs. The drawing unfolds. Stick figures. Five of them. Labeled in her careful, crooked handwriting.