"Take the pencil in hand,"
"Take the pencil in hand," the first sentence told me, "and draw a line."
I took the pencil in hand. I drew a line.
"Draw a circle." I drew a circle.
"Draw a square." I drew a square.
"Have you completed all these commands correctly?" the page asked, and it offered a picture of each thing, just in case I needed a reminder of what they were supposed to look like.
I studied my line. I studied my circle. I studied my square.
All appeared to me to be as good as what I saw printed next to directions, though maybe not as sharp and bold and exact -- but I hadn't used a ruler or a compass or anything, so what would you expect?
"Are they just as they appear in the illustrations?"
I checked again. I had done what I was supposed to.
"Then we wish you sincere congratulations!" the words told me.
"Now you are an artist."
Suzanne Strempek Shea