A wild boar was sharpening his tusks upon the trunk of a tree in the forest when a fox came by and asked, Why are you doing that, pray? The huntsmen are not out today and there are no other dangers at hand that I can see. True, my friend, replied the Boar, but the instant my life is in danger, I shall need to use my tusks. There will be no time to sharpen them then.
• watercolor miniature • black laid paper • gold leaf edging •
|Subject||27 × 29 cm, Aquarell|
|Paper||300g Water Color Paper|
|Dimensions||20 × 20 cm|