He Left Me Alone

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He hated art, he swore it. Though, I didn't know why he took it.

I, personally, loved art very much. So, in the back seat, in the corner of the art room, every Wednesday, he sat next to me. I watched him paint. And being grumpy about that day's lesson. Paint was all over his hands and face.

He was even grumpier when the teacher asked.

"What is that creature with a little-bit-too-big head and four fat legs supposed to be?"

"A horse, Sir."

I laughed. Everybody did, too.