One sunny afternoon, a father joined his little girls for a drawing session. They were excitedly sketching zebras, their pencils dancing across the paper. The father, eager to join in, grabbed his own paper and pencil.
“Thanks for drawing with us, Daddy!” the girls exclaimed, their faces beaming.
“You’re very welcome,” the father replied with a smile. “By the way, did you know zebras can sleep while standing up?”
“What?” the girls gasped, their eyes wide. “But we always sleep lying down in our beds!”
The father chuckled. “That’s true, people do. But some animals, like zebras, can sleep while standing up!”
The girls and their father continued to draw, the soft scratching of pencils filling the room. They added vibrant colors, bringing their zebras to life. When they were finished, they proudly displayed their artwork. The father’s zebra was exceptionally detailed and lifelike.
“Daddy, your zebra is so beautiful! Why can’t I draw like that?” the older sister asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice.
“Your zebra is wonderful too,” the father reassured her. “I can see the black and white stripes, and it’s clearly eating green grass. You know exactly what a zebra looks like!”
“But yours looks so real!” she insisted.
The father smiled gently. “That’s because I’ve practiced a lot. The more you practice, the better you become.”
He stood up and got a file filled with his daughters’ drawings. “Look at this,” he said, showing them the very first zebra drawing his daughter had made. “Do you think your drawing today is better than this one?”
The little girl giggled and nodded. “Oh, Daddy, that picture was so funny!” she admitted.
“You see?” the father said, his voice warm and encouraging. “The more you practice, the better you get at anything you do!”
The End!
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