“Sterling, I have a question for you.”

“What is it, Felix?”

“Guess what I can do?”

“No idea. You found a Synthetic?”

“No, This is better.”

“Ok. what?”

“I can make the artist come outside.”

“Yeah, right.”

“No. Watch. I’m going to stand on top of that big spruce.”

“I’m watching.”

“Caw, Caw, Caw, Caw, Caw….Boing, Boing, Boing, Boing, Boing. Caw, Caw. Here she comes, Sterling. She’s coming to the door. Caw, Caw, Caw Caw.”

“Ok, you win. What a show off.”

“Sterling, I have a question for you.”

“What is it, Felix?”

“Why do you think the artist paints like that? Splashes of color. Wild brushstrokes.”

“Hmmmmm.”

“She keeps covering the paint with different colors. Layers and layers of color. She even goes in and scratches in it and wipes it off again.”

“You watch her that much?”

“Yeah, It makes me dizzy. I get tired just watching all that craziness.”

“I think she is catching movement. Motion. And emotion. Hey, I like that. Motion and emotion. Emotion and motion. I am brilliant.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Sterling, I have a question for you.”

“What is it, Felix?”

“What is a proboscis?”

“Whoa, that is a pretty big word for you. Where did you get that mouthful?

“Herald”

“Herald?”

“Yes, he told me I have a big proboscis. And he laughed. I think I’m insulted but not sure yet.”

“Well, you do have a big proboscis. Herald was right. It’s your beak, doofus. But wait, don’t pout. Here’s what you can go do. Go back and tell Herald…”