LAST MONTH THE ABFAB JILTAROO WROTE TO ME ABOUT A DREAM SHE’D HAD, “THE MICE ARE SMOKING AGAIN”. HERE’S SOME OF WHAT JILTAROO WROTE ;

“I knocked on the old wood paling door and listened for his booted footsteps. After a while the door creaked opened and there he appeared; hat tilted down over his face and casting a shadow over his unwelcoming visage. Smoke poured out around his dusty, suited shoulders and trailed out the door.
Knowing that he wasn’t permitted to smoke in the house, he gruffly announced, “The mice are smoking again”. I was surprised at this outlandish lie; obviously it was him that was smoking. Seeing the disbelief on my face, the old man stepped to the side, and there gathered behind him were what seemed like hundreds of mice. All were balanced on their back legs and each held a lit cigarette between their 1st and 2nd claws. A hundred thin trails of smoke rose straight up to the ceiling, where they wavered, then combined to make a swirling smoky cloud. The man looked at me with a stern eye, as if to prove his point.”

I INTENDED TO DRAW THE DREAM PER JILTAROO’S VISION. IT WILL BE DARK AND DONE IN 3 SKETCHES. WHY DIDN’T I DO IT THIS TIME? AFTER DRAWING A 100 SMOKING MICE THE IMAGE OF THE GRUFF OLD MAN STARING DOWN A SMOKING MOUSE AS IF IT WERE SOMETHING HE DID EVERY DAY POPPED INTO MY HEAD AND BEGGED TO BE DRAWN FIRST. AS SOON AS I AM ABLE TO THINK OF THE SMOKING MICE WITHOUT LAUGHING I WILL BE START WORKING ON THIS AGAIN.