Art At the Park

I wanted to do some art for the holidays. I put some of my best work up on easels from Petit Chat for a few lindens. I worked on a paint-by-number while I waited for people to get there. I finally finished all my work. I cleaned up my paints.

I sat and waited for a while resting on my stool. I got a call from a couple of people who got lost getting to the art show. This was very bad.

I called my agent to see what happened. "Hewoah, Spicey. It The Vivi here" I started. "I dust heard fums sums tustomers dat de die rect shuns you dave dem were all wong." Spice apologized and sent out a new set of directions for the show. I sold all out.