Not a dime in my pocket, I sat on a park bench under the leafy canopies - my shelter.
Looking around, my glance fell on an easel that was nearly falling over; childish things, I scoffed.
Here I was on an empty stomach, while there were those spoilt rich who wasted their money in such hobbies.
I picked a discarded local newspaper and my eyes fell on the advertisement - some rich kid had left his painting kit near the park, anybody who brought it would be rewarded.
I again looked at that easel ...not loathing anymore, it was now my meal ticket.
Let's hope the reward is big enough to buy a meal
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