A Little Acorn

Having recently been rummaging around in my attic looking for artistic inspiration (whilst at the same time tidying all my stuff up because my girlfriend Petal threatened to do all manner of unspeakable things to me if I didn’t), I stumbled across a dusty and battered, long-forgotten box full of tatty old photographs which had been taken when I was a cute and adorable little baby parrot!

Not unnaturally, this got me thinking about my past and my life so far; prompting me to relive all the pivotal moments that conspired to lead me down the path of artistic endeavour, towards years of penury and struggle before finally taking me on to success, enormous fame, wealth and both personal and professional happiness.

Looking at the crumpled, faded picture before me, I smiled to myself and considered the question, “Who would have thought that this little baby parrot would have grown up to become such an artistic genius?”

 The answer, of course, is me.