“Oh…” Wally’s monotone voice sounded as he peeked over his (rather large) easel to look at you. “Hello, Neighbour, it’s nice to see you” his words, as usual, were slow and deliberate, but you couldn’t help but love the skrunkly little guy.

“I’m painting Barnaby. Would you like me to paint you next?” He asked, looking you up and down, smiling widely. His paintbrush was delicately held between his fingers, coated in a ‘Barnaby-Blue’ colour. You smile at the offer, it was sweet of him to ask.