The Sketchy Artist

the little girls were gathered like apples at the bottom of the ancient tree. they had their sketchpads out for a drawing class that was about to begin--they were going to tackle those lush, long fields, where bees buzzed and horses stood around sniffing each other's butts and spring flowers tore to pieces in sudden gusts of warm wind.they were gossiping and putting their hair up in pony tails