It was another boring afternoon in art class. You were staying after learning hours that day, because you were to help the teacher put up some of the easels that were used in one of the lessons you did with the rest of the class. However, once you've finished, you see a mover come in with a covered up painting.
"Sorry to intrude, kid," he says, as he comes into the art studio. "Where's your teacher?" "Bathroom," You explain as you closed the closet door, and watched the mover put up the painting he brought in. "Well if you see her, tell her I'll be waiting here, and hoping to get her signature for my business," the mover says, as he placed the painting on the wall. The painting was of a centaur running through an open field, while the mover went to sit at the teachers desk to wait.