Field Trip
A tiny raven-haired twig stopped before a Gauguin and called out, “Emma, come here! Emma!” But Emma did not come, so the tiny twig illustrated her point with her hands and whispered across the room, “Her boobs!”
A tiny raven-haired twig stopped before a Gauguin and called out, “Emma, come here! Emma!” But Emma did not come, so the tiny twig illustrated her point with her hands and whispered across the room, “Her boobs!”