My daughter has just discovered that Threshold Day approacheth.
"What do we do for Threshold Day?" she asks, quite beside herself with excitement.
"Well, some people make art, or write things...."
"I'M GOING TO MAKE ART. RIGHT NOW,“ she cries, leaping off the couch. "EXAMPLES, I NEED EXAMPLES!*"
She has asked me to show you this thrilling beginning, and then also, later, her completed work.
*Notably, she told me, the bigger salamander was busy eating soup. She does not know about Tom Paris Hot Plain Tomato Soup, so I can only assume I passed this sacred knowledge down to her genetically.










