First I looked at the small bear. I wandered around for a whole day, searching for words, trying to creep up on them unawares. I found some, then decided there were too many and there could be less and less would be more. Then I drew a sketch.
My desk is rather a mess. I need to tidy up. Meanwhile fox is sitting, waiting in the wings.
And then I had this; another spread for One Cheetah, One Cherry.
Three bears, three bowls, three silver spoons.