Dear Molly, You were carrying around a sketchbook when you weren’t at horsecamp. You would go out and sketch the calves in their little houses in the morning after another breakfast where you had to remind grammy Addie that don’t like milk in your cereal. You drew the calf (who would also lick your fingers) with a foreshortened perspective. Dad was very impressed with this design choice and you were a little annoyed that he thought you didn’t know what foreshortening was. It still wasn’t a very good drawing. You have never been much for drawing.