I once found a Picasso The painting was big and colossal.
The colors were soft and had mixtures of blue hues. The finding brought me on the news.
The anchor was envious when he read my story. My publicity made me worry.
So I tied the painting to the top of my station wagon. And fled like a fire breathing dragon.
It was snowy that day. So the Picasso deteriorated away.
Lesson learned: Never flee with a Picasso in a world so gray.