From Worried To Bragging
She only paints elephants, her mama said, feeling worried.
The rest of the artists do different things, you know that.
The mouse ran off, for his siblings had all scurried.
He knew that this artist’s elephants were fashionable and phat.
To help the mama out, the mouse talked the paintings up.
His grandma bought two, as did his Great-Great-Uncle Hup.
We are selling them so fast, she is sure to be a millionaire her mama said.
Mouse went away smiling, sleeping peacefully that night in bed.
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