My 4th-grade teacher hated this about me, especially when I would add illustrated menageries to my assignments. I mean, I'd do the work, but I'd also put some animals on the top of the page. You know, for flair. This resulted in getting points marked off of pretty much everything I turned in, but always with comments like, "Beautiful drawings, but stop doing this!", which my 4th-grade (and 23-year old) mind found (and still finds) ridiculously unfair.
So, due to years of honing these mad skills of mine, I can doodle most animals with the utmost cartoonish acuity, such as...
See? Passable doodles, if I do say so myself.
One animal in particular, to this day, thwarts my every attempt at successfully manifesting it upon paper. If I had to draw it to prevent myself from being stabbed in the body a copious amount of times, my body would be copious amount of timesly stabbed. It is... the horse. The motherfucking horse.
I don't know what it is. Every time I try to draw a horse, my hand reaches Miss Utah levels of stupidity. It took me years just to be able to draw a horse's body, which I can actually do pretty well. The head, though... it's just impossible for me. So, I try as much as possible to avoid drawing horses, leaving all of my fantasy-inspired sketches with knights riding hippos instead.
|What? They're quadrupedal and fast as shit. Why not hippos?|
|Looking kind of good...|
|Looking... like it has four legs.|
In case you can't see it up there, here's a close up of my horse AKA how not to draw a horse:
|I reverted to my tried-and-true 4th-grade tactic of adding the sound the animal makes to let you know what animal it's supposed to be.|