“Ooo, Raud, are you drawing again?” Fleegle asks, breathing over my shoulder.
“What is that? It looks like my dog door.”
“It’s a square.” I add a few more lines and turn it into a cube. “Now it’s a block.”
“Oh, you have writer’s block again, huh?”
“You should use that big pink eraser you’ve got there and erase that block, then draw me another big meaty bone.”