On a scale of 1 to 10 my drawing ability would possibly merit a 1 (though even then only on a sympathy vote). Nevertheless, once when visiting a Reception Class I bravely drew a crocodile. I was actually rather pleased with it – it had a malicious glint in its eye and a most impressive set of teeth.
I stood back to admire it, and a little boy put his hand in mine. “What a BEAUTIFUL butterfly”, he said.