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Kit scowled at the pencil held loosely in his hand. It was refusing to put the lines down the way he wanted them in his sketchbook; the tree he was attempting to sketch didn't look like an oak at all. With a heavy sigh he picked up the eraser sitting in the grass beside him and rubbed out an uncooperative line. Usually Kit was great at drawing trees, flowers and the like. But today was just not his day. Maybe he should just give up and try some other time. Kit threw his sketchbook and pencil down beside him and flopped exasperatedly onto his back, looking up at the clouds swimming lazily across the blue sky. He wished he had something more interesting to do.