If a blob threatens to ruin his image,
the lucky devil paints on it a smiley face
and surrounds it by a halo of rays.
The unlucky one tears his image,
crumples up the scraps into small balls,
throws them to the floor and tramples on them.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Karl Wiener.
Published on e-Stories.org on 17.10.2010.
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