Harry and The Mirror

Harry was alone and Harry was lonely. There were no friends to call on Harry and no brother or sister for Harry to play with. Harry cast around for a toy or game, something to enjoy. But Harry found nothing.

Then Harry had an idea. Harry would draw. He would draw a picture of other children just like him. Children having fun. Children with friends and families. Friends and families that played together with toys and games. That is what Harry would draw.

Harry had a large piece of paper. It was so large that Harry could not imagine that he would ever fill it. Harry found his favorite pencil. He used his favorite pencil to draw every picture he made. Harry put the pencil and paper in front of him.

“Where shall I begin?”, thought Harry. “What should the children in my picture look like?”.
Harry looked around for another picture of children. There was none. Harry thought about what a child looked like. But his thoughts were jumbled. He could not draw his thoughts. Harry started to despair.

“How will I ever draw people if I don’t have something to copy” Harry thought. Then Harry noticed something.

Harry noticed his mirror. It was a big mirror. So big that Harry could stand in front of it and see himself from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. And Harry knew then and there that he had the perfect picture to copy. He would make all the children look like him!
So Harry stood up straight and started to look himself up and down. Harry looked at his feet, with their ten wiggly toes. And he looked at his legs, with their knobbly knees. He looked at his tummy and giggled at his tummy button. Harry waved his arms and his hands and wiggled his fingers.

“This is easy!”, Thought Harry. “Ten fingers and ten toes. Two arms and Two legs. One of everything else!”.

Then Harry looked at his face. It was a nice round face with a big smile, a nose for sniffing, two gleaming eyes and a shock of hair on top. Harry pulled some faces at himself just for fun.
“Right”, Thought Harry, “Time to draw my picture.”

But before Harry could pick up his favorite pencil and put it on his large piece of paper he notice a freckle on his nose. It had always been there, but now it bothered Harry. How many other freckles did he have? Harry went very close to the mirror and tried to count them all.

As Harry was looking at his freckles he noticed his missing front tooth. Harry’s tooth had fallen out a few weeks ago and a knew one hadn’t grown yet. Harry also noticed the bruise on his arm from the day he fell over and the little dimples his mouth made when he smiled.

All of a sudden Harry’s whole body seamed to be covered in little details, tiny marks, wrinkles, bumps and hairs.

“How will I ever draw all these details on the Children in my picture?”, Thought Harry. Harry started to despair all over again.

After a while an idea came to Harry. He had a very large piece of paper. His favorite pencil was long and sharp. He had all the time he needed. He didn’t have to get his picture perfect first time. He could try and try again. Each picture would be better than the last.

“If I keep trying I will be able to draw a perfect picture with children that look just like me.” Thought Harry.

And with that Harry put his pencil on his large piece of paper and started to draw. After a while Harry whistled a song while he worked.