Then she took a crayon and began making lines Some were straight S o m e werecu r v i n g Soon in a minute or two it was not a blank piece of paper
It was a chicken It was magic Oscar watched and clapped his hands
Can I do it he asked You can try said Great-Granny And she handed him the crayon Oscar made many lines short and long on another piece of paper T he c r ayonsli d s w i r l e d a n d danced
What he made was not a chicken In fact it didn’t look like anything Oscar frowned And he crumpled it up
