Part 2 Of Our Tale Begins

It made no mention of his weak bonds that were sure to alter his desired results, brought forth no whisper of objection to the temperature around it that weakened the pastels applied. Neigh, it merely laid upon it's bed of plastic and cold stone, waiting for all that the grinch could bring upon it. Seas of green gave way to patches of white, the shimmering hidden to all in the creature's haste. Each bristle pointed to and fro, colors refusing to adhere to the man's desires, but he would not be swayed!