Esmeralda, acrylic, 24 x 24
Elizabeth W. Seaver
"What a perfect day for a bike ride," Esmeralda thought. As she pedaled her sleek gray bicycle down the sidewalk, she felt the wind whistling through her feathers. For a moment, she worried that she'd lose a feather from her jaunty, new spring bonnet, but the day was too splendid to waste even one minute of it worrying about a little thing like that.
Just that morning, her father presented her with a new golden bike horn which sported a squishy bulb on one end. When she mashed the bulb, a lovely aoogah-squeakah-squeakah sound burbled out. She and her dad spent a pleasant half hour together while he showed her how to attach the horn just under her handlebars.
Now, she zoomed towards Runella's house to aoogah-squeakah-squeakah at her as she rode by.
Runella would be so jealous!