Post by lizyy on Apr 2, 2014 16:13:56 GMT
Canvas blank and painter determined. The competition began. It was the dog and he was against a cat and a fox in the annual painting contest. Their judge was the old polar bear, the same judge that headed the event every year. This was the first time the dog had entered. The solitary painter who worked primarily for himself had finally decided to descend from his bedroom and into the outside world so that others could see his painting. He was terrified and anxious. The dog wanted to impress the judge but he also knew that he had to forget about his tension in order to produce the best possible product.
He looked over to examine his competition, as he moved his thick black and white fur was ruffled by the wind. The cat and the fox were swiftly painting away as ideas traveled from their minds, down their bodies and out the paintbrushes. The dog was tempted to glance at their artwork although he felt as if it would make him feel worse than he already did as he had not started any such image on the canvas before him.
Partly the dog was nervous due to the fact that the polar bear, their judge, was known for being rather harsh on the contestants. It wasn’t so much concern for winning but that of approval. The dog wanted the old bear to approve of his artwork, but even the slight notion that the polar bear would not made the dog cringe in an inward terror.
At that moment, when the dog looked around to see if he could spot the judge in the area, the polar bear strolled up to the paintings individually. The sudden confirmation of the bear’s presence shocked the dog and caused him a slight more grief. The polar bear nodded at the cat’s painting, and then at the fox’s. Both animals grinned in return and continued on with their work. When the bear walked over to the dog’s painting the dog lowered his head in an effort to hide from him. The Polar bear sneered at the empty, white thing and turned to walk away when the dog yelped at him. “W-what would you like me to paint you?” for a moment the bear was surprised but after a couple of seconds he just rolled his eyes and walked away. “I just want…you to like it…” the dog whispered to himself as he stared down at the long strands of deep green grass tangled in with his fur.
The dog fumbled with his brush and unable to think of any idea of what to create he asked the cat “Hey…what should I paint?”
“I don’t care. Now leave me alone so I can work.” She shot the dog down and glared at him for disturbing her peace. The dog’s ears went back as he turned to look at the submission she was working on. The cat was painting a picture of a very detailed goldfish. The cat glared at him again, catching him staring and the dog quickly trotted off. He sat in front of his own blank canvas once more.
The canvas seemed to glare more intensely at the dog. His mind was empty and coiled with negative perceptions of his own skills. He groaned and neatly put everything away in his backpack, shrugging the thing on he walked out of the competition area. He couldn’t please that bear, he shouldn’t have even been there. Suddenly there was a call from behind him. The dog looked around to see the fox giving him a condescending look. “Leaving was a good move for you, saving yourself embarrassment like that.” The fox snickered to himself and ran off while expelling fits of laughter. The fox ran back to the competition area, leaving the dog alone in the forest and with even more confirmation in his lack of talent.
Continuing his way home the dog heard some chatter from up in the trees. Two squirrels were bickering about something or other. The dog didn’t care much for it as anything other than a distraction from his already horrible day. One of the small animals in the tree stepped the wrong way to make an angered jester when it slipped and nearly fell off the branch. Its claws dug into the bark, hardly holding itself up, the creature would have soon fallen had it not been for its friend. The first squirrel, the one safely balanced, forgot all about the petty argument and leaped over, grabbing the other’s paws and pulling it up. Once both were back up and safe they sighed and looked at each other, then smiled a little and no more bickering was heard.
Out came the canvas and the paint and the brush. The dog was slightly moved by the fact that the two friends were easy to forget their spat, no matter what it be, once one was in trouble. The other, without thinking, would jump to help despite what could possibly be rotten between the two. The dog finished in less than an hour. He looked down at his watch and realized he had time to submit it. While it wasn’t the best work style-wise he had done, something about where it came from and what it meant to him gave him a new found confidence.
He packed away the paint and the brushes and holding the coloured canvas he sprinted back to the competition grounds. The dog set out his work beside the cat and the fox. Both animals looked at him with surprise, befuddled that he came back.
The bear made his rounds and grumbling he made his decision. Anxious was the dog as the bear began to speak, to say who won. The fox won, he had painted a portrait of a seal. The cat rolled her eyes. “He just painted what the judge wanted to see…” she grumbled and looked over at the dog’s work.
The dog’s eyes were slightly wet, no tears spilled but it felt like they would burst at any moment. It wasn’t as if the dog expected to win, however much he loved the painting due to its inspiration, he felt inadequate without even one small, tiny word of praise. His eyes then lit up a little as the cat spoke to him. “I like yours better.” Her voice was sincere. The dog smiled.
He looked over to examine his competition, as he moved his thick black and white fur was ruffled by the wind. The cat and the fox were swiftly painting away as ideas traveled from their minds, down their bodies and out the paintbrushes. The dog was tempted to glance at their artwork although he felt as if it would make him feel worse than he already did as he had not started any such image on the canvas before him.
Partly the dog was nervous due to the fact that the polar bear, their judge, was known for being rather harsh on the contestants. It wasn’t so much concern for winning but that of approval. The dog wanted the old bear to approve of his artwork, but even the slight notion that the polar bear would not made the dog cringe in an inward terror.
At that moment, when the dog looked around to see if he could spot the judge in the area, the polar bear strolled up to the paintings individually. The sudden confirmation of the bear’s presence shocked the dog and caused him a slight more grief. The polar bear nodded at the cat’s painting, and then at the fox’s. Both animals grinned in return and continued on with their work. When the bear walked over to the dog’s painting the dog lowered his head in an effort to hide from him. The Polar bear sneered at the empty, white thing and turned to walk away when the dog yelped at him. “W-what would you like me to paint you?” for a moment the bear was surprised but after a couple of seconds he just rolled his eyes and walked away. “I just want…you to like it…” the dog whispered to himself as he stared down at the long strands of deep green grass tangled in with his fur.
The dog fumbled with his brush and unable to think of any idea of what to create he asked the cat “Hey…what should I paint?”
“I don’t care. Now leave me alone so I can work.” She shot the dog down and glared at him for disturbing her peace. The dog’s ears went back as he turned to look at the submission she was working on. The cat was painting a picture of a very detailed goldfish. The cat glared at him again, catching him staring and the dog quickly trotted off. He sat in front of his own blank canvas once more.
The canvas seemed to glare more intensely at the dog. His mind was empty and coiled with negative perceptions of his own skills. He groaned and neatly put everything away in his backpack, shrugging the thing on he walked out of the competition area. He couldn’t please that bear, he shouldn’t have even been there. Suddenly there was a call from behind him. The dog looked around to see the fox giving him a condescending look. “Leaving was a good move for you, saving yourself embarrassment like that.” The fox snickered to himself and ran off while expelling fits of laughter. The fox ran back to the competition area, leaving the dog alone in the forest and with even more confirmation in his lack of talent.
Continuing his way home the dog heard some chatter from up in the trees. Two squirrels were bickering about something or other. The dog didn’t care much for it as anything other than a distraction from his already horrible day. One of the small animals in the tree stepped the wrong way to make an angered jester when it slipped and nearly fell off the branch. Its claws dug into the bark, hardly holding itself up, the creature would have soon fallen had it not been for its friend. The first squirrel, the one safely balanced, forgot all about the petty argument and leaped over, grabbing the other’s paws and pulling it up. Once both were back up and safe they sighed and looked at each other, then smiled a little and no more bickering was heard.
Out came the canvas and the paint and the brush. The dog was slightly moved by the fact that the two friends were easy to forget their spat, no matter what it be, once one was in trouble. The other, without thinking, would jump to help despite what could possibly be rotten between the two. The dog finished in less than an hour. He looked down at his watch and realized he had time to submit it. While it wasn’t the best work style-wise he had done, something about where it came from and what it meant to him gave him a new found confidence.
He packed away the paint and the brushes and holding the coloured canvas he sprinted back to the competition grounds. The dog set out his work beside the cat and the fox. Both animals looked at him with surprise, befuddled that he came back.
The bear made his rounds and grumbling he made his decision. Anxious was the dog as the bear began to speak, to say who won. The fox won, he had painted a portrait of a seal. The cat rolled her eyes. “He just painted what the judge wanted to see…” she grumbled and looked over at the dog’s work.
The dog’s eyes were slightly wet, no tears spilled but it felt like they would burst at any moment. It wasn’t as if the dog expected to win, however much he loved the painting due to its inspiration, he felt inadequate without even one small, tiny word of praise. His eyes then lit up a little as the cat spoke to him. “I like yours better.” Her voice was sincere. The dog smiled.
*in a toilet*