The Dot - Max冬冬

The Dot Art Class was over, but Vashti sat glued to her chair. Her paper was empty. Vashti’s teacher leaned over the blank paper. “Ah! A polar bear in a snow storm,” she said. “Very funny!” said Vashti. “I just CAN’T draw!” Her teacher smiled. “Just make a mark and see where it takes you.” Vashti grabbed a marker and gave the paper a good, strong jab. “There!” Her teacher picked up the paper and studied it carefully. “Hmmmmm.” She pushed the paper toward Vashti and quietly said, “Now sign it.” Vashti thought for a moment. “Well, maybe I can’t draw, but I CAN sign my name.” The next week, when Vashti walked into art class, she was surprised to see what was hanging above her teacher’s desk. It was the little dot she had drawn—HER DOT! All framed in swirly gold! “Hmmph! I can make a better dot that THAT!” She opened her never-before-used set of watercolors and set to work. Vashti painted and painted. A red dot. A purple...