This is the story as told in 38 rhyming verses: I squeezed pieces of paper into hard balls and let them fall on my desk. Each one glared at me with a stubborn lack of meaning. I wanted to penetrate their insignificant features by drawing their portraits. It became a hypnotizing embroidery. The paper balls turned into mischievous creatures and one night while I was sleeping they started a fight with the empty shoes at the bottom of the stairs. They were horribly defeated and and flattened. I dropped them into the recycle bin.