Novel & Cerita Funtime Foxy Drawings

From the floor, Toby suddenly wanders over holding one of his dinosaur drawings. “Mommy.” “What?” He lifts the paper toward me proudly. “This one is the annoying man.” I blink and take the drawing automatically. It’s a dinosaur in a suit with tiny angry eyebrows. Malachi immediately loses his composure laughing while Lilith nearly falls off the couch again. Even I choke out a laugh before I can stop myself. Arthur hears the noise through the phone. “What happened?” I stare at the drawing for another second. Then against my better judgment, I take a picture and send it to him. There’s silence on the line for three full seconds.

And then she was gone. * * * Max Aged Eight * * * “Mama, Mama. Look. I made you a picture,” Max told his mother. Dropping to one knee so that she could look him in his eyes, as she always did, Nellie took the paper from Max and turned it to see his picture. She smiled when she saw that he had drawn them running through the forest like wolves. He had drawn the trees, flowers, and bumblebees in 2D, and it was a little messy. But her heart burst with pride. “It’s beautiful, thank you so much. But why is your wolf so big Maxi-Moo?” She asked him.

Jane asks excitedly, “did you guys make me a card?” The pups pull out a big piece of construction paper covered in their drawings and folded in half. “Oh it’s beautiful!” Jane exclaims, “Let me guess, Ryder drew the dinosaur, and Paisley did the unicorn?” They nod happily, and Ryder chimes in, “It’s a doctor dinosaur! So it can make you all better.” “Are you sure it wouldn’t eat me?” Jane asks with faux worry. “Mommy i’s a doctor!” Ryder exclaims, “it took an oath not to eat ‘ny people at work.”

For a little guy, he is way too good. There are all different kinds of drawings that are too neat, I shuffle through them, trying to find one to stick on our fridge in the kitchen. I smile to myself when I come across a picture of him and I then there's Jasmine and even Alex, with and without devil horns— that makes me laugh. I pass by other boyish things, like cars, dragons, dogs, dinosaurs and ninjas, lots and lots of them.

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.

This was the kind of thing that woke the city up and left it grousing in its sleep. Around dusk, a woman from the daycare brought Sophie’s little blue spade and a crayon drawing of a family, three stick figures holding hands under an enormous yellow sun. The teacher’s hands trembled as she handed it to me. Sophie had drawn me with wild hair and a lopsided smile. She had drawn Alexander with a big square body and a neat tie. The third stick figure was smaller, a happy, tilted circle with two dots for eyes, Sophie’s own self-portrait. The paper smelled faintly of paste and crayons and every ordinary thing I wanted back.

He was four years old and already showing signs of advanced strength. Dorian's stoic face melted. He scooped Leo up effortlessly and tossed him into the air. The little boy shrieked with laughter. "There is the little monster," Dorian growled playfully. "Did you finish your lessons?" "Yes! Miss Hattie said I am a genius," Leo declared. He wriggled free and ran over to me. "Mommy, look! I drew a wolf." He held up a piece of paper. It was a crayon drawing of a large white wolf standing on top of a mountain. At the bottom of the mountain were tiny stick figures of other wolves bowing down.

Awan perches in his usual place by the front by the campfire whilst I stride forward to take my seat at his left. (Good evening) "What are we going to do today, Luna?" Calix a very inquisitive male questions peeking up at me from below his lashes. "Today you shall all draw something," I reply removing the leftover papers and pencils I have left from the box to share with them. I must speak with Phobos about this for I need more supplies for the pups perhaps I can acquire them in the next trade. "What will we draw?"

“ Do you mean like a picture?” “ No, mail it to me from the post office right now,” he said sarcastically. “ Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes even though he could not see me. I flipped through my drawing pad searching for anything worth sharing. I settled for the drawing of a wolf that I had drawn and colored. It was of a white wolf and a dark-furred wolf in the forest. I took a picture of it and sent it to him. “ uh, did you get it?” “ wow…” he trailed off, and I could hear him trying to hold back his laughter

Al asked. “Because he found mine.” “It’s too small.” “He has big head.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Gabby picked up a yellow crayon and began drawing circles beside the two-dimensional version of Rafael. “Lemon tree,” she explained before anyone could ask. The tree looked more like broccoli with chickenpox, but I respected the intention. Al leaned closer. “Draw vomit.” “No.” “He saw my vomit.” “It’s ugly.” “You said my face ugly too.”