5 THE DRAWING COMPETITION

CHAPTER 5 THE DRAWING COMPETITION We went to the kitchen table. It's where we do most of our work. Or, rather, in the case of the past year it's where we didn't do most of our work. But that could soon be fixed. I figured Terry would have a few funny sketches in his drawing folder to get us started. It would simply be a matter of grabbing the best ones, adding a few words and, hey presto, we'd have our new book. No sweat, no worry. We are professional book-writers after all. I mean, you saw our piles of

books. THis is WHAT iT LooKED LIKE "Okay," I said, "let's see what you've got!" Terry opened his drawing folder and laid it flat on the table. "You're going to love this," he said. In front of me was a picture of a finger.

SELF PORTRAIT OF FINGER Shadow finger "This is just a picture of a finger," I said. "Yes," said Terry proudly. "But not just any finger...it's my finger." "Uh-huh," I said. "What else have you got?" "I've got a close-up picture of my finger," said Terry. "And it's labeled."

I stared at it. "Well?" said Terry, a big grin on his face. "What do you think? Lice picks, get it? Not ice picks...lice picks!" "Yeah, I get it," I said. I turned the pages, looking for more pictures, but all I saw was this...

and this...

and this...