Forms
There are many forms of everything. Every plant has its own genus. Each animal leads a different lifestyle. All humans have a brand of kindness unique to themselves alone. The most famous chameleon, however, is art.
One particular slave to art was awakened by a knocking on the door. The dark mammoth of a man stood up and made his way to the door. Beady eyes searched around to find out who knocked. He was about to close the door when he heard a small voice. "Mr. Cody?"
Startled, Cody turned around, finding a girl about four years old. Her green eyes looked at him fearfully. He stared at her. "My name's Olivia. My mommy told me to play with you 'cause she's workin'." Brown hair proved to Cody that she was telling the truth. He let her in his house without a word.
Olivia was awestruck; it was mostly empty, but metal sculptures were the majority of the furniture. "What are they, Mr. Cody?" Bright eyes became curious. Despite smiling inside, Cody gruffly replied, "Art." A large grin spread across Olivia's face. "I wanna make some for Mommy!" Cody silently looked for paper and crayons.
When shown the crayons, small arms crossed. "No! I don' wanna color! I wanna make art!" Cody searched for his patience. "Coloring is a kind of art." Olivia pouted, mumbling, "I don' wanna color." Sighing, he searched for some gold ore.
When he returned, he warned her that it would hurt her hands. She started pounding the ore. After a few seconds, she cried out, "Ow! I want my Mommy!" As tears formed in her eyes, Cody tried to think of what to do. Because he lacked decent ideas, he began to draw. Olivia sniffed, saw him drawing, and asked him, "Why are you coloring, Mr. Cody? Coloring's not art." She pointed to the sculptures. "That stuff is."
Cody looked up from the paper and took a deep breath. "Art can be many things. It can be a statue, or it can be on paper." "Like coloring?" Cody smiled in his mind at Olivia's understanding. "Like coloring." Olivia grinned ear-to-ear. "I wanna color!"
They drew whatever came to their minds until noon, when Olivia's mom came to take her home for lunch. After a short struggle, silence dominated Cody's house once more. He started to clean up his table when he saw one of Olivia's drawings. It was of a smiling little girl holding a tall smiling man's hand. Underneath the image was a message. Thak u Mr Kode Yor mi bestes frend.
There are many forms of everything. All humans have a brand of kindness unique to themselves alone. Art can literally be anything. Learning can be done in different ways. The following lesson was taught to Cody through Olivia's visit: Neither size, appearance, nor age matter in the eyes of friendship.