The Park, Sunday Afternoon
Steve sat on a bench with a sketchpad as his pony charge trotted about, grazing particularly choice patches of grass and occasionally shooting Steve a mournful look Steve was pretty sure meant Tony still wished he would reconsider his 'no alcohol for the pony' stance. Steve ignored him, though. He had more important things to worry about, like how he could never quite get the pony's leg right in this drawing.
He'd heard other artists complain about the difficulty of drawing equines. He'd never quite believed them until he had a very real need to capture one on paper before it wore off.
Every now and then, Steve would look up at Tony the pony and snicker. Because really.
He'd heard other artists complain about the difficulty of drawing equines. He'd never quite believed them until he had a very real need to capture one on paper before it wore off.
Every now and then, Steve would look up at Tony the pony and snicker. Because really.