Mushroom Hippie Girl

Mushroom hippie girl of the Seventy Forest How dare you infiltrate my dreams yet again I guess I must paint you in the morning Or rather draw you in the morning, and then paint you. What pets do you prefer? Cocker spaniel? Turtle? Do you want them obvious or should I hide them? I will get started at my earliest convenience. What about your hair? Do you prefer two-toned? I jump out of bed and begin to draw, for how can I not? She is wearing bell-bottoms now, and has her foot on her mushroom house. The cocker spaniel wants to be yellow? That is silly I think. My muse smacks me. I have two muses. Trixie for Poetry; Pixie for paintings. Pixie is the mean one. Okay, I say. Mind if I get some coffee? I know I am going to be up awhile. An hour later she is all drawn and inked, ready for some paint. It is three-thirty and I must get ready for work in an hour and a half. I lay down for about two seconds before Pixie takes a bite out of my leg.