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"Ooooh, please stand still..."

Pleading did nothing, and the pidgeon refused to stay still in one spot for more than a few seconds. Every time Sprite saw his chance to begin a proper sketch, the bird would move.

"You know what I'm trying to do, don't you!" Sprite growled, erasing yet another line off of his pad of paper, throwing a death glare at the 'feathered rat'. "Come on just stay still for a few moments! At least let me--NO!"

As the bird flew away, Sprite's ears drooped. A page full of half-finished sketches of various animals would not be graced by a pidgeon at this point.

"Eeeehhhhh, why this..." Turning his pencil over and over, Sprite pursed his lips, looking around, back and forth, up and down. Looking for something else to draw. A tree, perhaps? Yes, a tree might be good.

"Come on, stupid leaves...How could you be so boring to draw!" Aggrivated scribbling was followed by the ripping of paper, which was then stuffed angrily in his mouth for a moment. Halfway through chewing the wad, he stopped. This was really not the best thing to do when irritated, plus the paper tasted nasty.

Spitting the drool-drenched wad off to the side, his ears perked up at the sound of footfall. Having large ears certainly came in handy.

Turning around to see what was coming towards him, he GASPED!

"HOLD IT!" He raised his pencil like one would a sword, and his drawing pad like a shield. Sort of. "Hold it right there!" His voice was less aggressive and more exhubarant as he settled back down and started to sketch FURIOUSLY!

"...Still....than a pidgeon....leaves.....tree..." Ah yes, the time-old tradition of a crazed artist mumbling to himself.

"Nonononono." His scribbling was frantic, trying desperately to get at least the basic form down before the stranger did indeed fall over. "Not yet, not yet, perfect form, absolutely PERFECT!"

A pause. Then some erasing. then some more quick scribbling.

Eventually. "Oh, yeah, yeah, down, just stay there. Don't, uh..." He looked her over critically. "....Well, you can't fly away, so don't run!" More frantic scribbling, muttering to himself, sticking his tongue out of his mouth in a sign of concentration.

"Alright! Look, I actually got something done today!" He held up the pad of paper for the stranger to take a look. The half-arsed tree was still there, but her sketched likeness was definitely there, raised paw and all.

"Now, for painting! Uh, you can sit, now."