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Half an hour later, the hamburgers were ready to go, keeping cool in the icebox, and Bryan had finally condescended to try out my best pastels on a sheet of construction paper. He was creating an action scene from his unwatched, sorely lamented wrestling program, and he obviously had a genuine gift for drawing. At the top of the page, he had drawn two burly wrestlers on a tall blue stage, grappling fiercely. Down below, a spectator was showing his disapproval by mooning the contestants. It was pure satire, and I loved it.

“Oh, it’s easy,” Bryan said when I complimented him. “You’re pretty good yourself.” I was working on the sketches for my Kountry Pantree meeting.

“I like the cow best,” Bryan said. “What are those other ones supposed to be?”

“That’s a gopher, and this one’s a goose,” I said. “A Canada goose.”

“The goose looks like E.T.,” Bryan said. “Sorry, but it does.”

“You’re right, and it would be hard for a person to fit into that costume anyway.”

“You could make the person inside put their arm up in the air,” Bryan suggested, demonstrating. “The arm could be the neck and their hand could be the head part.”

“How clever of you,” I said. “That’s exactly what some puppeteers do in plays.”