310 - Voting and the Hunt for Minis

The chalk spreads on the stone smoothly, making tiny squeaking noises as I draw.  The Sereniteers look like black and white donkeys chasing Dyers with big butterfly nets and the Dyers flying away like birds.
The whole dry-wash will be full of my drawing until the next washing day seven days from now. The line of an ass's grin, big flat white teeth... The Dyers' flapping away.  The iridescent