The Day the Crayons Quit

Duncan’ s crayons are on strike.

One morning he opens his desk looking for them and, in their place, finds a pack of letters detailing their grievances, one crayon at a time.

Red is tired.

Beige is bored.

Black is misunderstood.

Peach is naked! The conceit is an enticing one, and although the artist’ s indelible characterization contributes significant charm.