Deidaara, who had just taken his afternoon nap and washed his fingers (mouths) because he had dreamed of eating and drooled in his sleep, went to art class in his kindergarten. His parents gave him some clay because his parents wanted to show him the meaning of art.
He arrived at the art room and sat in his seat.
The art teacher Ms. Bäng entered the room "Let's start then"
Deidaara immediately began to make something out of clay. While Ms. Bäng was looking at the students' works of art, she came to Deidaara, who had done something unidentifiable.
"Little Deidaara what's that?" She asked
Deidaara immediately replied, totally happy and excited, "This is a chicken sandwich with extra majo"
Ms. Bang bent down to him and whispered in his ear: "Listen to me too little Deidaara you don't have to see art as an activity you create something living with it, something with which you express yourself. Art is like an explosion, it causes something and is each time a little different "
"Oh, I see," replied Baby Deidaara: "hold it." He pressed the figure into her hand and began to make finger signs
"What are you doing Deidaara, is that a ninjutzu?" Ask her fearfully. Deidaara had finished with the finger signs "Yes lady teacher, I will make art out of you with an explosion. KATSU" So Deidaara killed his teacher and a few of his classmates and became a great artist.