The third item on the list of 50 items is a photo of me being naughty, but I am afraid that there are no photos in existence of me being naughty. I am never naughty. Sometimes I am hungry, and sometimes I am astonished, and sometimes I flee, heedless, in headlong and abject terror. I never misbehave on purpose.
The closest thing to a photo of me being naughty is this illustration of a young demon donkey smoking a cigarette. It was drawn by FarmHusband and colored by FarmWife. It has a moral: demon donkeys who smoke incur motherly wrath. Demon donkeys who smoke probably also contract lung cancer.
Ears,
FenBar
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Fen, why are you so fearful?
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