Lucy having requested that I draw one for her, you see. I had in mind soft, Lucy-like lines, but I'm not quite as skilled in that department. Besides, two dirty martinis were beckoning me from afar (afar being the cringe-ingly named A. W. Shucks, which is where we sometimes go apres-draw to discuss matters of high art, or not) as well as the delicate crackling sound of crabshells and the sharp tiny silver forks that pick out the glistening slivers as in a game of Operation without the damn buzzer.
Lucy's "livin' draws" can be found here. You should watch all of them.