Quick the donkey looked up the cliffside. The voodoo doll was making impatient motions for them to climb up, never mind that it was a near-vertical surface with very few hoofholds.

It was easy for him to say, thought Quick glumly. He was made out of burlap and stuffing. The worst thing a fall could do to him was bend a few of his pins. But of course he never seemed to stop and think of the more splattery members of the group.

As Quick watched, the voodoo doll grimaced and switched to a gesture that shouldn't have been possible for a being without middle fingers, but which was remarkably expressive nonetheless.

Quick sighed.

"I'm sorry," said the goldfish, in her small, burbling voice. "Pins means well. He's just...impatient."

Quick wanted to tell her exactly what Pins could do with his impatience, but he was a well-brought-up donkey, and it certainly wasn't her fault. He sighed again instead, and started looking for a way up.

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6 x 24 mixed media (mostly acrylic.) Been awhile since I painted Quick and his cohorts, and I had this board that just kinda called to me...

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