Once upon a sunny day, Violet was strolling hand in hand through a meadow, with her friends Kevin the bald ostrich, and Cleetus, the purple monkey when she came upon a particularly glorious phenomena, a sunset. Realising she could never create anything to match the splendour of the watercolored sky, she decided to give up her life as a hallucinatory painter and instead take up residence in the black and white world of paper and ink. And so, Violet became a poet.
To this day she still thinks longingly of that sunset and of the honey cakes she shared with Kevin and Cleetus in that dear old meadow.
