It’s a Sunday. Rowly, the raccoon is watching his favorite show that plays for an hour every Sunday morning. The Art for All show with Pablo, the Porcupine. Rowly wants to be an artist. It’s the only thing he wishes for after double-decker cream sandwiches and the all new Bayblade stadium.
Pablo is drawing an anaconda. Rowly is impressed as always.
But watching Pablo draw makes Rowly sad.
Just then his dad enters the living room and sits beside him.
“What’s the matter, Rowly? You don’t look happy watching your favorite show!” asks dad.
“Dad, look at Pablo! He draws so well. Just see the way he draws those curved lines to make an anaconda. It looks so real,” said Rowly.
“Oh yeah! But why would that make you sad?”
“Dad, I will never be able to be an artist like him. I can draw, but am I good at filling in colors? Probably no.”
“I can make a smiling anaconda face, but can I draw a slithering green body? Probably no.”
Rowly becomes sadder and sadder talking about it.
Dad thinks for a while and says,
“You are right, Rowly. You can never be a good artist.”
“Wh..dad!! You can’t say so. You’re supposed to make me feel better,” complains Rowly who is shocked at dad’s answer.
“But didn’t you say that yourself? How can I be sure about you, if you are not sure about yourself?” Dad shrugs.
“Remember, no one’s going to believe you, if you don’t believe in yourself. You want to be an artist, say aloud- I am an artist”, says dad with wide eyes.
Rowly says meekly- “I am an artist.”
“That won’t work. Louder.”
“I am an artist.”
“I AM AN ARTIST”
“That’s better. Now start drawing.”
Rowly is feeling better already. He is confident.
He is the only one in his class, who knows what he wants to be when he grows up.
Sansa, the sheep, keeps changing her future plans. Last month, she wanted to be a doctor, but now suddenly, she wants to be a firefighter.
Ronny, the rhino, is clueless. He doesn’t know what he wants to do.
But Rowly, had always wanted to be among colors. He loves to draw, paint and even do craft.
Rowly finishes his anaconda drawing.
“Not bad! This looks like a real anaconda. He’s scarier than Pablo’s,” Rowly is excited.
Rowly starts making a new drawing every day. Mountains, markets and meadows; elephants, astronauts and eels.
Finally, one Sunday, instead of watching the Art for All show, Rowly hosts an exhibition of his paintings for his friends.
Everyone comes, sees and is so impressed.
Rowly’s exhibition becomes a hit.
Pansy, the parrot, asks, “Rowly, how do you manage to draw so well?”
“Because I am an artist,” says Rowly with confidence.