The Power Of Entertainment
“It’s my birthday!” squealed little Sarah.
“I know, honey,” Sarah’s mom smiled at her child.
“Partytime! Hey, who’s that?” Sarah pointed through the window at a funny looking man with a bulky case. “Mommy?”
“That’s a surprise.”
“Surprise? Tell me!” Sarah begged, but her mother stubbornly refused. The man walked in and set down his case. “Who are you?” he said invitingly. Sarah narrowed her eyes. She didn’t trust this stranger. Not one bit.
“I’m Sarah. I’m turning four,” she declared at last. “Who are you?”
The man gave a small chuckle, but didn’t answer Sarah’s question. He pulled up a chair and said, “Please, sit.”
Gingerly, as if the chair might explode if she touched it wrong, Sarah sat. The man started waving around a pencil.
She click-clocked her tongue.
She tapped her foot.
“I can’t bear it!” she finally burst out.
“It’s been less than a minute,” her mother said.
After what felt like at least a week to Sarah, the odd man declared himself finished. He turned around the easel and Sarah shielded her eyes, afraid of what she might see. She waited nervously, then very carefully cracked apart her fingers. It was a drawing. It was Sarah! Sarah with big eyes and huge ears. She laughed and clapped her hands. “I love it!” She ran over and hugged the stranger, forgetting all former doubts. “Happy Birthday,” he said.
Later, the caricature artist drew all her friends, making them giggle as they were turned into beautiful princesses and brave narwhals. “This is the best birthday ever!” Sarah sighed happily.