In the Bottle

In a small art studio I observed the works of an artist who portrays western scenes and people. An unfinished sketch on his easel reminded me of the story of a boy who sat at his mother’s desk, drawing a picture. Using a fountain pen and a bottle black ink, he exhibited considerable talent in sketching a picture of a dog. But he stopped drawing before giving the dog a tail. When his mother noticed the picture, she asked, “Where is the tail?” Looking up, he explained, “It’s still in the bottle.”

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