figurative abstract painting

Threepio and the Ewoks all realized what was happening at just about the samemoment. The Ewoks silently fell back in terror from the floating throne. Threepionow began to spin, as if he were on a revolving stool. Graceful, majestic spinning. "Help," he whispered. "Artoo, help me." Chief Chirpa shouted orders to his cowering minions. Quickly they ran forwardand released the bound prisoners. Leia, Han, and Luke enfolded each other in a long,powerful embrace. It seemed, to all of them, a strange setting in which to gain thefirst victory of this campaign against the Empire. Luke was aware of a plaintive beeping behind him, and turned to see Artoostaring up at a still-spinning Threepio. Luke lowered the golden droid slowly to theground. "Thanks, Threepio," the young Jedi patted him gratefully on the shoulder. Threepio, still a bit shaken, stood with a wobbly, amazed smile."Why—why—I didn't know I had it in me."