Last night, I went over to the middle school to wince at a tone-deaf Christmas recital. As I and a companion wandered amid the squeaking din, we found the following fine examples of artwork from our (apparently disturbed) youth.

The iconography is not always easy to read in these images, but I will do my best.

First, we have a guy falling off a cliff?

And my personal favorite, a child chasing a pig with something that might be a golf club or Little Bo Peep’s crook: