And he's a little artist too!!


I'm not supposed to know this BUT.. he scored 39 out of 40 on this... judging takes place in 2 hours. 

"Patiently waiting"

His hawk (The Hunter) made from tape, glue, paint and feathers.


You are just all around AWESOME Tristan!!!

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