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I had a very nice Easter at Mint Manor. I will go home soon and read my 80 new AOL messages and plow through the newsgroups and ignore my homework until the last second.
The Easter Bunny gave me and Linn a big basket full of goodies for Easter and Linn and I went out today and coloured on the driveway of Mint Manor. We had just watched the 2000 Jesus Christ Superstar on PBS and I was feeling Jesus-y, so I drew a Glorious Superstar Self Portrait in pastel chalk. It was enormous. Linn decorated the walk with girly symbols... flowers and stars and eggs. It all looked quite magnificent.
And then.

We heard a voice bellowing from all around us. Frightened, Linn and I dropped our chalk and looked around wildly to see from whence the mysterious voice issued. Was it God?

It was The Landlady. She did not like the chalk (too... Puerto Rican? Golly!) and it must be eradicated immediately, or else the cat would have to go.

"Riley, lick it up!" Linn cried.
"Mew."

So Linn and I had to roll up our sleeves and pantlegs and, as the clouds gathered overhead and Sweet Gina, who had argued so fruitlessly for our art (STINKBUTT!!), gathered her laundry off the line, we fetched bucket after bucket of cruel icy water to wash the chalk away. Damp, chalky, singing Negro spirituals and songs from "Cinderella", we toiled like Easter slaves to erase any trace of magic that may have graced our dwelling.

As The Easter Bunny put it, "Your chalk art died so that Riley might live."

Mew.

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