"I'll do my best," Allan said, breaking up the slabs of straw and flicking a puff of it into a corner. Deep litter on a well drained floor - he moved on a pace or two, happy.
"Just sometimes - they have this look. You know what I mean. Doesn't matter how good you are or what medium you use, you're not gonna get that look and what you make'll just be a sad sorry copy."
He flicked the straw again, watching the fall of it for dust but it was clean. "On the other hand sometimes I do and then I party hard for a week to celebrate."