Logan was so excited after coming home from his first football practice. He had been waiting for eons, it seemed to him to finally be on a football team wearing full pads. All of his elementary years he had played touch, tag and flag football. But now, tackle football! Full contact. He was beside himself with glee. And on top of that, he had proved himself the third best kicker on the team. He would show his Dad, and his Dad would be so proud of him.
Logan had decided just as soon as he got home, he would practice his kicking. But quite suddenly a torrential downpour spewed from the heavens outside. Logan heaved a heavy sigh.
Logans Dad was in his usual spot after work. Relaxing lazily on the sofa.
“I know I’m not supposed to do this in the house”, Logan thought to himself. ” But, I’ll just practice kicking my leg” he thought.
After four or five pretend kicks, swinging his leg, Logan decided it wouldn’t be any big deal just to tap the football lightly with his toe.
Logan tapped a few times and smiled to himself as he began to dream about the bleachers being filled with shouting fans. And of course the cheerleaders on the sidelines. As his thoughts drifted, his leg arched way back and his foot connected hard with the football. The clang of the dining room chandalier woke him from his reverie as he watched in slow motion the ball ricochet off the wall. Somehow through a strange twist of gravity, the ball curved around the room and headed straight for the living room where his Dad dreamt of lazy days fishing on the Similkameen river.
About the Illustrator: Rule #1 in Pierr’s Seattle childhood home was, “No playing catch in the house!”
In the sixth grade, when her teacher read Where The Wild Things Are, Pierr chose her career. For the next twenty-five years she took art and writing classes in high school and at the University of Washington, until finally studying illustration and painting at Art Center College of Design in Pasadena, California.
Housesitting for friends two miles from the famed Pasadena Rose Bowl, she made this illustration. She never played catch, but overwatered a plant, creating a permanent ring on their walnut end table.