Amedeo Modigliani the Reclining Nude

Amedeo Modigliani the Reclining NudeAlphonse Maria Mucha SummerAlphonse Maria Mucha Spring
don't think people can turn themselves into animals," said Esk, slowly.
"Oh yes, Miss Clever?"
"Granny is quite big. If she turned herself into a fox what would happen to all the bits that wouldn't fit?"
"She'd just magic them away," said Cern.
"I don't think magic works like that," said Esk. "You can't just make things happen, there's a sort of - like a seesaw thingout of nothing? I mean it just happened, he just said these words and waved his hands, and it just happened. There weren't any seesaws."
"There was a swing," said Cern. "And a thing where you had to throw things at things to win things."
"And you didn't hit anything, Gul."
"Nor did you, you said the things were stuck to the things so you couldn't knock them off, you said . . . ."
Their conversation wandered away like a couple of puppies. Esk listened , if you push one end down, the other end goes up . . . ." Her voice trailed off. They gave her a look. "I can't see Granny on a seesaw," said Gulta. Cern giggled. "No, I mean every time something happens, something else has to happen too - I think," said Esk uncertainly, picking her way around a deeper than usual snowdrift. "Only in the . . . opposite direction." "That's silly," said Gulta, "because, look, you remember when that fair came last summer and there was a wizard with it and he made all those birds and things appear