Submitted by rosalie on Mon, 02/01/2010 - 19:56
Original Owner:
JessamynSpecimen 
My story is about the first velvet painting I had.
It was a very somber piece featuring a very sad-looking fellow in a head band. He may have been native American, or perhaps Mexican. He looked so tragic, that my roommates and I named him Desperado.
One day, I recieved a frantic call from one of my roommates informing me that we had been burgled. Panicked, I asked what had been stolen. She responded that Desperado had been made off with! Indeed, when I arrived home I saw that he was nowhere to be found, and that a half eaten loaf of bread had been left as an apparent substitute.
As it turned out, our friends had sneakily absconded with Desperado, and subsequently took him to Portland with them. I have been plotting my revenge ever since. Sequin Horse may be involved.
