So, Mr. Z was drawing tonight, and he and Miss O were sort of tittering by the table, when I happened by to see what they were up to. Apparently, Mr. Z had drawn his first set of nanners:
Interesting composition. They seem to be listing to the left, as if the woman from which they have become disembodied is lunging suddenly to the right. The nipples seem inordinately large and grape-like, but that is to be expected so early in one's breastage-rendering career.
More disturbing, however, is the subsequent drawing by Miss O. After the laughs subsided from Mr. Z's presentation, she ran up to us with her attempt:
I am at once spellbound and petrified by this drawing.