“Look!” said Tugg. “What is it?” asked Teeny. “Paintings,” said Tugg. “Painting is for the birds,” said Teeny. “Yes, painting is for the birds. And for the reptiles, the big cats, the …” “I hope it is not boring,” Teeny grumbled. Teeny stopped at the first two pictures. Her mouth fell open. “They are fabulous!” she said. “And look at this one, Tugg. Can you believe it?” Teeny shouted. “It is us! Violet painted us.” “That was very nice of her,” said the gorilla. Teeny ran into the Jungle Visitors’ Shop and bought paint and art supplies. “We must hurry home, Tuggboat,” said Teeny. Teeny set up her easel and started to work. She had been painting for a whole week when Chuckie Cheetah ran by. “What does this painting look like?” the monkey asked him. “A swamp,” said Chuckie. Teeny frowned. Zig and Zag, the wacky Zebra brothers, trotted over. “What am I painting?” Teeny asked them. “Purple weeds,” said Zig. “Grouchy Zig waking up,”
