After gifting him liquid brown eyes tinted with gold, The Goddess contemplated the pure white canvas that was Little Guy’s body. Then a Mona Lisa smile sneaked into the corners of her mouth. She picked up her charcoal and quickly sketched in a Batman mask, which she extended over his forehead and part way up his ears. Starting to enjoy herself, she snatched the tail off a passing tabby and replaced his with it. She started to giggle as she picked up her brush and gave him a tiny dab of gray on his left shoulder, then another near the base of his spine. She couldn’t resist adding a full sized splotch of color on his right knee, but then hesitated.
She sat back and contemplated what she had done. The smile grew as she took a sip of her coffee, licked the tip of her finger, and gently drew it across his testicles, leaving them a cafe au lait island in a sea of white.
“The unexpected is its own perfection,” she thought. “It is why we try new foods, travel to unknown places, see what’s around the corner. It is the life blood of existence. You’re welcome, Universe. Believe me that the world is a better place with Little Guy in it.”