With money earned from taking odd
jobs and people buy his work, Veronni kept up his cache of art supplies, but in
the summer of his fifteenth year, he broke down and turned away anyone who came
inquiring about his work.
For a while he took to writing
stories, but those just pleased people all the more, and they flocked to him to
acquire some new valiant tale to read to their children.
Veronni knew hes peers were as
poor or poorer than he, but every single one refused to take anything on charity.
Poor people had the worst sense of pride when it came to only taking things
they earned. There was an air of wonder that intoxicated them and they felt
they had to have his drawings and stories, and families were growing hungrier
because of that.
So Veronni began to work on his
masterpiece. He went to town and spent all his money on a set of the highest
quality paints and five canvases, and locked himself in his room to begin. His mother
begged him for days to come out and eat, but he just turned her away and
continued his feverish work.
People were on edge for a week
and the air in their meager community grew tense as they waited for their “Angel’s”
grand piece.
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