The four year old was drawing something that looked like an animal to my untrained eyes.
“What are you drawing?”, I asked. He neither looked up, nor bothered to answer.
Outline finished, he proceeded to cover the body with stripes.
“So it is a Tiger”, I said, to preserve what dignity I had left.
“Do tigers have ears like this?”, he asked.
“So it is a zebra”, I concluded.
“It is a Zebra and a Tiger mixed together”, he informed me. “It is a Mixer.”
We call ourselves writers. Can our imaginations ever match up to that of a child's?
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
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