The Big Zigzag

I slipped back inside through the front door gap and marched right over to the quiet rug by the desk! Sitting flat on the floor was an open sketchbook and a fat wooden pencil. Time to make a mark! I hauled the heavy pencil upright, hugging it against my chest with both arms, and dragged the graphite tip across the paper. Scritch-scratch! The slick page shifted beneath my feet, tipping me flat onto my tummy! Oof, reset! I scrambled up, shoved a chunky rubber eraser onto the corner to pin it down, and stomped forward with another heave. A bold, dark zigzag line stretched all the way across the white page! Masterpiece finished!