The Little Girl was the Canvas

Where is the canvas? The little girl said. Her father was a cut-up type artist, went by Odd Ned. I will use your face and your hair I think. She was relieved that her Daddy used a bit of pink. You have the coolest daddy! The kids all said. She loved his creation so much, she did not want to go to bed. I am afraid when I wake up it will all go away, she told her Mom. Go wash it away, he can make another one, said her Uncle Tom.