11:00 · morning

the barn

Doodle draws the whole path on the big roll of paper — gate, three steps, lane, bridge, orchard, the long bend, Winky's house — with every hook as a dot, and pins it to the barn door. Humdy is given the job of colouring in a dot for every hook filled.

2 fluffs tell this minute. None of them saw the same one.

Doodle

Creativity

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I drew it on the barn floor, on my knees, with everybody tripping over me.

The gate. The three steps. The lane. The bridge, with a proper drawing of the bridge, because a bridge drawn as a line is no use to anybody. The orchard as a row of small green blobs. The long bend. Winky's house at the end, with a lantern over the door already drawn in, because Snoozy had been extremely clear about that at breakfast.

Then every hook, as a dot.

That took ages. There are a great many dots. There is a stretch past the orchard where I stopped believing anybody had counted properly and did it again from the road.

Muddle

Overwhelm

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Later I was in the barn when Doodle drew the whole path on the big roll of paper — the gate, the three steps, the bridge, the orchard as a row of small green blobs, Winky's house at the end — with every hook on it as a dot.

I stopped dead in the doorway with an armful of ditch-lanterns and wet knees.

"Oh," I said. "Oh. It's all in one piece."

That is what I cannot do in my own head, and that is what Doodle did on a floor with a pencil in about an hour. The whole thing, at once, where you can see it. I have thought about that map more than anything else that happened to me today.