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Early one morning, Margot sat down to sketch. But this was in vain- she hadn't sketched anything worthy of merit in many weeks.
Looking back through her best works, she figured out what she had achieved then that she couldn't replicate now. Her best paintings all had an element of surprise, life, and movement. She remembered sketching them when unexpectedly a snake slithered through the grass or a wolf poked its head out from around a tree.
Margot sighed. She couldn't just lounge around all day waiting for something to happen.









