Yesterday as I was minding my own business, this creature suddenly marched onto my desk, plopped down on its big fat ass in front of me and demanded to be put to paper.
I tried to ignore it for a good while. Creatures demanding to be placed into existence like that have no manners and should not just be let loose like that. After a while those puppy eyes he sent me softened my artist heart, so I noted down a few lines on a piece of paper. Nothing serious, nothing at all to be fussing about. But the creature jumped and clapped his hands excited. So I asked him what he liked and he went, “Bees!!”
I decided it was safe to add one. So a few more lines were added and the creature howled “Yes! yes! – and flowers!” and pulled my thumb. I grunted and added flowers randomly and then pushed the paper away, deciding that would be enough time wasted on him. And he did seem happy as he settled into existence with his flowers and his bee. So I went on with what I had been doing.
Only – it did not take long before I heard this rather loud insisting whisper: “This is great! But…it would be greater if the flowers were red, and the bumblebee is unhappy. He is not properly yellow and black striped. You can’t have a bumblebee that’s just plain white, it’s just not right!”
Of course I ignored him. Damn creature was not going to decide whether I should spend my entire day dealing with his colors. But he kept at it. Louder and louder he went whining about the colors. In the end I got tired of his complaints and found my watercolors and splashed some color on him. He loved it, but of course he demanded glitter and white gel pen too and a signature to make his head even bigger.
Rasmus says he whispered his name to him. So I present to you Darfoogb and his bumblebee, in color and all.
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