My lovely girlfriend and I went on a painting date last weekend. We took a lesson at PoshSplat, a place that lets you paint something pretty while drinking wine or (in my case) Clementine Izze.
I hadn't painted since high school, so I was pretty anxious. Stephanie did marvelously well. Here's how we did, including the instructor's version that we mimicked in real time:
I added a slice of pizza to mine. The implied narrative is this:
A hungry bird plucks a slice of pizza from the tomb of Chef Boyardee and takes to the skies. His nerves get the better of him, though, and he loses his beaky grip on the slice, watching it tumble from his mouth and toward the ground. The sun, ever the observer of the world's mundane events, laughs merrily. A nearby haunted tree opens its mouth in the hope that the bird will fly into it, providing some long-sought sustenance.