Jean-Louis stood in front of
the canvas. "What should I paint today?" Should I paint some
flowers? Perhaps I should paint a landscape with trees, or maybe a
still life with a vase and an apple. Such decisions!" He picked up
his paints and brush and stared some more.
Two mice came out of the
mousehole and watched Jean-Louis. "Pierre, do you think Jean-Louis
will paint some flowers today?"
"No, no, no. He painted
flowers yesterday. He will probably paint a still life today," Henri
"No, Henri, he painted a still
life the day before." Pierre twitched his nose.
"Let us stand over here and
watch. Now I am curious," Henri said.
Jean-Louise brushed water all
over the canvas.
"That is odd. Why is he
painting with water?" Henri's tail wiggled back and forth.
Jean-Louis put purple paint
all over the top of the canvas.
"Terrible. It is so wet it is
running down the painting," Pierre said. His hands flew to his
cheeks in surprise. "No, Jean-Louis. Don't do that."
Jean-Louis painted red,
yellow, orange and blue on the canvas. The colors ran together into
"What is he doing, Pierre? He
is painting nothing. It's a disaster, I tell you, a disaster." Henri
gasped with shock.
When Jean-Louis finished
dabbling paint on the canvas, he stood back. "C'est magnifique. So
peaceful. So calm. It is my best yet. I shall call it Serenity.
" He gathered his paints and walked away, leaving two very confused
"Pierre, it is not his best,
is it?" Henri ran closer to the painting. "I am not sure, Pierre. It
does make me feel calm and peaceful. Et vous?
The other mouse joined Henri.
"I feel it too. It is true. This is Jean-Louis's greatest
masterpiece." Pierre took Henri's hand. "Let us sit over there and
enjoy the painting."
The two mice sat against the
wall. Within five minutes they were asleep.
Jean-Louis came back in the room and saw the
sleeping mice. He smiled. "C'est bon. It truly is serenity." He
winked at the sleeping creatures and disappeared into the other
room, leaving them to sleep.