Mr Beaver was having a real bad case of Artists block.
"I just don't have any idea what to paint. Maybe a sandwich will help?" |
Mrs Beaver suggested he take a little trip, see if he could find any inspiration in the big outdoors?
"Here you are Mr B, and I've packed you a nice sandwich. I know how they help you paint" "Thank you, love. Lets hope they help." |
Mr B hiked all the way to the top of a nearby cliff, he was starting to feel a twinge of inspiration.
"Oh yes, I feel I must paint!" |
It was like magic. Mr B's Artists block was evaporating with every stroke of the brush.
"aaaah, that feels better. I've defiantly earned that sandwich Mrs B packed. I hope it's cheese and pickle, or a peanut butter and jam, either one really." |
"I think I better leave the second half of this sandwich, I simply must paint those kite surfers!" |
"Marvellous, just marvellous. One doesn't have to get ones feet wet to get involved in such strenuous activities. I can't wait to show Mrs B!" |
"Oh Mr B, these are fantastic! I think you're ready for your first exhibition!" "Do you really think so?" "Yes, I do. Next job is to find a venue!" |