drawing | gala dinner

once upon a time there was a little boy, who sat listening to a story, told by miss agatha. miss agatha read from a big, big book, that hid half of her face. in fact, only her eyes were visible from above the rim of the book. the party of children listened to the story unfolding, but the boy, he listened most intensely. he waited. and waited some more, for he knew the moment would come. the moment when the words would roll from miss agatha's fiery red mouth {which remained well hidden}. that fine moment when he would become...

die fischefrauen's gala dinner. i wonder who'll be there?