Once upon a time I taught art at a small private elementary school. The class room was essentially a large closet with no running water. So after messy lessons I would send a few kids at a time to wash their hands. On one occasion a child came back yelling about the strange red-eyed creature (was probably a boxelder bug) he’d seen in the bathroom. As you can imagine, everyone else who went to wash hands came back with more gory details, including the girls. (Mind you there were two bathrooms, so this must have been quite the dexterous beast!)
I gave the chaotic hype a creative twist, and handed out blank paper for each child to illustrate what it was they had encountered, and further to present their pieces to the class, one by one. All hands got straight to work with vigor and focus! The screaming ceased but not the excitement! And we had a wonderful time viewing and listening to every ‘version’!
Unfortunately the directors did not share my enthusiasm. Our class was the last of the day and the excitement spilled over to the waiting parents as the bell rang. The children were so convincing that I was later reprimanded for my ‘wild idea’.
In my heart I hope a few might fondly remember what one can create from a spontaneous figment!