I taught painting to my student
Weston for 9 years. He tried to play the piano, but he had a hard
time (first grade), so we switched to art. One day I showed up at
our lesson with a 3 inch tall humanoid wearing skin diving
apparatus. I had picked him up at a garage sale, looking over a
table filled with odds and ends. Looking at all the junk on the
table, I suddenly I heard this little voice- "Hey you! Big
person!!! Pick me up!" I looked down, and there was this teeny
tiny little guy blowing bubbles, waving an even tinier fish that
was holding it's breath. I knew I had a fish tank at home, and
figured this queer little man in a skin diver's suit could have a
home with me. I said "Hold still for a minute," and paid the lady
holding the sale a quarter, and then stuck him in my pocket. I
later found out his name was Inspector Gadget, and he was famous
for solving crimes with a variety of oddball inventions. His neck
and legs also could extend out an additional 75 percent. But
before I took him home and threw him in with my goldfish, I took
him over to Weston's house, and I we both painted portraits of
the Inspector. This is mine.....