Papers pulsing with probable projects plummet while panicking pigeons pull and protect pieces of a piano, piccolo and panflute practically pilfered of provided passage against a patchwork of Prismacolor pen pigment.

(Illustration assignment: Alphabet. Got P. Drew this. Not too pleased but a bit braindead on it all. Text on the top paper was my original idea, words on the bottom paper were words offered to me by peeps that turned out to be useless. NOUNS, people, I need NOUNS!)

I named the pigeons Perry, Piers, and Periwinkle. Don't ask.