Bindi-the-skunk

It was perfection It captured every feature perfectly, from eyes the color of the sky, to the sun-kissed wheat hair crowning the head, every brushstroke was flawless...the shining gold frame around it all only gave it more beauty, if that was even possible! It called out to be touched, to be admired! And it was all his! No one but him deserved to gaze upon its magnificence... The one who painted it even said the frame was made from an ancient Egyptian ...what were those things called? Sar...so....coffin! A pharaoh's coffin! Fitting that a king's resting place now housed his likeness... The more he stared, the more his almost lust towards the image faded and twisted into.., jealousy... This painting would be forever perfect His hands and face would grow slack, gain wrinkles His eyes would fade His hair turn grey If only this cursed painting could take on it all for him! If only he could remain beautiful forever! Be immortal! "I would give anything to have you take on all