“Wow, that’s big news,” I said. “Yeah, I thought you should know.”
Then suddenly I noticed that the pumpkin portrait that used to be behind his desk was gone
and my drawing, my Self-Portrait as an Animal that I drew for the New Year Art Show, was now framed and hanging behind his desk.
“Hey, that’s mine!” I pointed. Mr. Tushman turned around like he didn’t know what I was talking about.
“Oh, that’s right!” he said, tapping his forehead. “I’ve been meaning to show this to you for months now.”
“My self-portrait as a duck.” I nodded. “I love this piece, Auggie,” he said.
“When your art teacher showed it to me, I asked her if I could keep it for my wall. I hope that’s okay with you.”
“Oh, yeah! Sure. What happened to the pumpkin portrait?” “Right behind you.” “Oh, yeah. Nice.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask you since I hung this up...” he said, looking at it. “Why did you choose to represent yourself as a duck?”
“What do you mean?” I answered. “That was the assignment.” “Yes, but why a duck?” he said.
“Is it safe to assume that it was because of the story of the... um, the duckling that turns into a swan?”
“No,” I laughed, shaking my head. “It’s because I think I look like a duck.”
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