Gallery Ivy

Ursa brought her drawing to the Eagle Woman, who had hundreds already, all from disabled people. That is, people who couldn’t see animals.

She balanced the huge stack on her head. She lifted Ursa up to look. There were pen and ink drawings. Charcoal drawings. Colored pencil drawings. Realistic drawings and primitishe drawings.

Each drawing showed a person and an animal together. A bird and a woman. A man holding a fish. A bear with a girl. They looked pretty good. Ursa looked down at her drawing of a child and a horse. Her yellow crayon had broken. So did sky blue and carnation pink. That’s why she went outside the lines. The Eagle Woman set her down.

“I guess I’ll be going,” she said. She started to turn, but the Eagle Woman took the drawing and put it on top of her head. Ursa looked up at the stack.

“Does that ever make you feel tired, carrying those drawings?” Ursa asked.

“Yes, sometimes,” the Eagle Woman said, “especially these.” She lifted up hundreds of portraits of the Eagle Woman.

Ursa brought ver drawing to the Eagle Woman, who had hundreds already, all from disabled people. That is, people who couldn’t see animals.

She balanced the huge stack on her head. She lifted Ursa up to look. There were pen and ink drawings. Charcoal drawings. Colored pencil drawings. Realistic drawings and primitive drawings.

Each drawing showed a person and an animal together. A bird and a woman. A man holding a fish. A bear with a girl. They looked pretty good. Ursa looked down at ver drawing of a child and a horse. Ver yellow crayon had broken. So did sky blue and carnation pink. That’s why ve went outside the lines. The Eagle Woman set ver down.

“I guess I’ll be going,” ve said. Ve started to turn, but the Eagle Woman took the drawing and put it on top of her head. Ursa looked up at the stack.

“Does that ever make you feel tired, carrying those drawings?” Ursa asked.

“Yes, sometimes,” the Eagle Woman said, “especially these.” She lifted up hundreds of portraits of the Eagle Woman.

Ursa brought his drawing to the Eagle Woman, who had hundreds already, all from disabled people. That is,    people who couldn’t see animals.

She balanced the huge stack on her head. She lifted Ursa up to look. There were pen and ink drawings. Charcoal drawings. Colored pencil drawings. Realistic drawings and primitive drawings.
   
Each drawing showed a person and an animal together. A bird and a woman. A man holding a fish. A bear with a girl. They looked pretty good. Ursa looked down at his drawing of a child and a horse. His yellow crayon had broken. So did sky blue and carnation pink. That’s why he went outside the lines. The Eagle Woman set him down.

“I guess I’ll be going,” he said. He started to turn, but the Eagle Woman took the drawing and put it on top of her head. Ursa looked up at the stack.

“Does that ever make you feel tired, carrying those drawings?” Ursa asked.
   
“Yes, sometimes,” the Eagle Woman said, “especially these.” She lifted up hundreds of portraits of the Eagle Woman.