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“Well? What are you waiting for? Mother Mary’s permission?” Topper said, punching Bet in the shoulder. “I don’t know… This seems so wrong.” Bet said as he hesitantly reached out with his marker. “Look, if you’re too chicken, just give me the damn thing and I’ll show you how it’s done.” He ripped the marker away from Bet, pushing him to the side. He hastily drew a few scribbles, though it was hard for Bet to make out what he was doing. Not long after, it dawned on him. “Mature.” Bet said, shaking his head with a grin on his face. “Best I’ve drawn in years! Not too shabby, if I do say so myself.” Topper said, tucking the marker into his pocket.

Breaking into a local museum and defacing priceless art wasn’t exactly Bet’s high point in life, but by the look on Topper’s face, it certainly was his. A flicker of movement suddenly crossed Bet’s peripheral. “What was that?” He said. “Huh?” Topper said, still entranced by his graffiti. “Nothing… Must’ve been a draft. Come on, let’s get out of here. This place is starting to give me the creeps.” Bet said, starting down the hall. “Hey! Wait up, scaredy cat!” Topper said, catching up to his childhood friend. Unbeknownst to the two boys, a small, mouse like creature peeked from behind the bust of a philosopher’s head, which of course had graffiti of a mustache and a matching set of devil horns. The mouse like animal with large, billowing ears, webbed feet and feathered wings watched them with a patient eye leave the museum.


Story begun by: Sayer Teller

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